I Know

I should be doing some kind of Valentine’s post full of love and hearts and cupids and chocolate and sexy under britches and maybe a sexy chocolate heart shaped bra to fling while holding a single rose in my teeth, but this will have to do. A two fer poem one story from two different views…


Seduction

It was hot as the sun beat down
Blistering the concrete
I watched from my apartment
Over the wrought iron

Sweat beads on his forehead
Running down his strong jaw
Swirling over, under
Five o’clock shadows

He took off his hat, red hair spilling
Drawing his muscled arm across his face
Dislodging glistening streams of hard work
Not quitting time yet,
The sun had plenty of energy left

So did he, as he worked on
Steaks sizzled on the grill
Muscles flexed and stretched
Come on, honey I whispered
Between sips of iced sweet tea

Places are set, now look up
Our eyes locked
I held a glass in offering his way
His smile told me, I would not be
Alone

Claimed

I saw a girl up on a balcony
Short sassy brown hair
Lit up by the hot summer sun
Into a glowing halo

Could she see me watching?
Wonder what it was like
To be strings on her denim cutoffs
So close, brushing against her skin

Nowhere near night
And I was, lost in a dream
Up there on the third floor
Hungry for what was cooking

Thirsty for a tall shimmering glass
Like the one she just raised to her lips
Wonder where her heart lay
If it was already taken

There was no glint of rings
As her fingers busily worked about
Laying out one too many plates
Another glass glistened in her hand

Daring to look full on into her face
She rose the glass and motioned it my way
I knew from her gaze
I had been claimed