It was easy to get caught up in them;

it felt like something I could control,

the heat of their bodies on mine.

 

That first kiss I knew

it was all over, whatever

resolve I might have had

 

went out the window.  I was already naked

sinking into the darkness

of them.

 

It didn’t matter if I knew

what was coming—the quick and hurried

goodbye, the phone call

that might never come.

 

All that mattered was the moment,

watching their faces, lost, in the pool

of me.