by J.D. Gevry
I’m Not Ready Yet
I love him I want him he’s sexy so sweet We’ve gone once already we’re back in the sheets I’m not ready yet I’m not ready I said I’m not ready yet but he goes right ahead He repeats what I say that I’m not ready yet I know that he heard me I’m not ready yet But he plunges inside and I don’t understand Cuz he heard what I said he’s not “that kind of man” I know that he heard me I’m not ready yet He repeated my words I think just in jest Shock bolts through my body not sure what to do Cuz I want him just not now need foreplay need lube And it’s too late he’s in me I’m not ready yet And I know that he heard and I meant what I said But I love him and want him soon it’ll feel good Just didn’t start off the way that it should Said I’m not ready yet looking square in his face Said ok that’s ok to reclaim my space His eyes flashed a look I think that he knew I’d said I’m not ready my betrayal showed through I think that he saw at least lack of laughter
so I didn’t say more
and we didn’t talk after.
Pink
Previously published in Flush Left
God gave me roses
pink roses
on my birthday
And God watched as I learned
to grow thorns; protection
proving more critical
than care
Weeds creeping around stems
as a slower kind
of fatal embrace
God was in my garden
when my lover felt the velvet layers
gingerly rubbing petals
between his fingertips
he comes to me
he arrives
with/in me
Oh my, God
was in the garden