Maybe
You told me no one could know.
You killed our
"Maybe it was nothing."
I don't want my baby back.
I don't want my innocence.
Abort this lingering "maybe."
Exorcise this unborn ghost.
| It is Mayday | |
| the first | |
| full afternoon | |
| you fuck me | |
| over three hours | |
| it happens | |
| in mid-afternoon | |
| heat | |
| from your mouth | |
| you lie | |
| under me | |
| my heart | |
| pounds hanging | |
| from my stomach | |
| turns over | |
| you stretch | |
| reality | |
| unbuckled | |
| denim fallen | |
| against the wall | |
| your pussy | |
| open | |
| foil-packed | |
| condom | |
| straining | |
| muscles | |
| tense | |
| moment | |
| lapse | |
| judgment |