I read over my quickly scrawled words with amazement. The similarities between this one and my most famous poems, 'Siren' were interesting, the style was alike, but this one was not a rant the way 'Siren' was, this had more inertia than the last. I had to read it to him. I saw him come out of the men's room and I scurried off my seat to the front of the cafe, where I ran into the manager. She said that she was just about to come over and ask me to sign an autograph for her, which I immeadiately gave, and asked if I could read a poem. She looked delighted and promptly got the last reader off the stage, and got me on. I cleared my throat and looked for our table.
Taylor was about to leave. He had his coat on and was putting on a scarf, he had thought I must have left. So up to the mike I went. "Taylor, don't leave, I need to give you something." He stopped, at looked at me. The lighting made my black tank top and jeans make me look a bit paler, and smaller than I was, and he looked at me, with this hurt in his eyes. He sat down, but didn't take off his coat. So, with my napkin in hand, I began,
"My Siren whines and keels for you,
boy.
She scrapes her knees on rocks to get closer,
to you.
She wants to lick your eyes and carress your cheekbone,
so badly.
She wants to run her calloused hands through your gold silk
take your breath away.
She wants to pull your lips apart and slide herself into you.
so quietly
so loudly
She wants more than your sex,
she wants more than your self.
more than your darkness,
so much more than your light.
My Siren needs more than the salt from your skin, more than the flesh in your hands.
We need your love."
I closed my eyes and when I opened them I was surrounded with applause, I looked to Taylor and he looked into my eyes from across the cafe and smiled. As I stepped down from the stage people began to yell out for me to read another poem, I put up my hands and declined. People were following me to my table, so I took a minute to hug everyone and sign their stuff. As soon as I reached our table, still followed, I brought Taylor's ear closer and whispered "Let's go, this won't let up if I stay." He looked into my eyes, and I realized he had been crying. I came in closer, "I need you." He smiled this big, almost goofy grin and put my coat on me while I tried to hug more people and while I was saying my final goodbyes, grabbed my waist and whisked me out of the cafe, with our waitress handing me our food in a bag and the tea, with a note "It's on me.. thankyou."
As we quickly walked away from the busy cafe, and onto the street, he held me closer. I put my hands around him, and led us into a back alley, lit by a small street light. His long black coat was warm, and I slid my hands into it, and undid the buttons that kept it together. He looked down at me, and tilted his head slightly, smiling. "Who are you?" I whispered. He slightly bent down and our lips met. His nervousness had almost all disapeared, and I held him close. He brought my hips to his, and I could feel his excitement was as great as my own. I felt as if I was going to melt and drain into the rain runoff on the street. My hands went into his hair and I was lost in absolute pleasure, no one had ever made me feel so loved. Just as I began to lean away to catch my breath he again became more insistent, this time I let him go. His hands went into my coat, almost ripping off the buttons in his urgency. His cold hands made me shiver with pleasure as well as being cold. They barely touched my back then went under the back of my tanktop, running his fingers down my senstive back. I moved back slightly so he could bring that sensation to my front, but he paused with his kiss.
"Are you sure, right now?" It was killing him to ask, but he knew he should. I looked into his eyes, seeing more demand than sweetness.
"Now." I was dead serious, I wanted him to be closer, I needed this love so badly, it had been months since my breakup with Mac, and I hadn't touched anyone since him. Taylor took his cue and filled his hands with my womanhood, my back was against the brick wall of the alley, and my back already had a couple burning scrapes from the hard brick. His lips went southward, to my collarbone and neck. I knew we should get going to somewhere that was not public, and soon, I knew couldn't restrain myself, and neither could he. This was getting so crazy, I hadn't had more than 100 words from him, but I knew I wanted to be with him. I had to know Mac for three years until I began to be attracted to him. I grabbed his now warm wrists. "We should stop, this can't continue here."
He looked up with devious eyes,"Really? Then we're going to have to continue soon, like within 5 minutes."
"You got it, where's the hotel room?" I wanted talk to him for more than five minutes, I did not want this to be a one night stand, the room was a good 30 minute walk away from where we were at. He looked at me, trying to see what I meant, but then said okay, and we started to button eachother's coats.