Meeting In A Hotel Room

Conspiring to commit adultery,

What she and I have in mind

Plans of what we can do with our mouths

For now as we speak with the caution

Of a ten blade on an operating table

Cutting through layers in conversation

Extracting emotion from her eyes

As I kiss her salty lips,

The same taste as when she cries.

Her eye lashes when open resemble a butterfly,

Touching her hair feels like playing the mandolin

On stage for the first time.

 

Sometimes I forget that she isn’t mine,

Forget that this is wrong

All I know is when she is around

My heart has to work overtime for my lungs,

My nerves become motion sensors,

And the alarm sounds when I approach

But my heart doesn’t have ears,

Doesn’t know when to hide

Or look the other way.

She walks by and my eyes could be closed

But I always know she’s there,

And I reach for her

Like a child reaches for a balloon

That’s already in the air.

 

She certainly knows how to make you feel

Like she’s in love, and if it isn’t love

Why does it hurt when she walks away with him?

Why do I let her trap me in her ice box

And thaw me out when she’s ready,

Let me taste the heat of her breath when she’s lonely

Until he comes back again; why do I wait?

She'll meet me in a hotel room

But she doesn’t want me enough to leave him,

Yet I refuse to tell her no because her warm body

Feels better than the air she leaves me with.

 

But can’t we just talk baby

Learn the curves of your body

Like what makes your lips smile

Or what makes your eye brows raise

And though I wonder what makes your back arch

I’d rather learn, where you got that scar.

 

He’ll wake up soon and come look for me

So hurry up and get inside me, she said.

A warm body that was never properly read,

A wife that love was never properly fed.

He gave you his seeds but he never gave you flowers

Gave you minutes, but he never gave you hours

And he knows just how to rip away the moments

That should’ve been ours.

 

And though I reach for you, all you can send is a text

He puts you in the icebox and still gets your best

It is he, the reason that milk swells your breasts

The reason for the nervous feeling in your chest

The reason you can’t concentrate

Because you have to leave soon.

He gets the rest of you,

And I settle for a meeting in a hotel room.