it’s funny you should ask <br />a question so atypically blunt of you <br />because I also have been thinking about it <br />for a string of months on end <br />since the day I last felt the warmth – <br />that comfortable, fragrant, sensual warmth – <br />of your electric torso <br />bound so tightly to my own <br />by our magnetic arms <br /> <br />pools of briny tears puddled in <br />the creases of my face <br />and your muted eyes, <br />downcast and subdued, <br />ignored my earnest glances <br />that begged for just one last sign <br />of whatever nondescript affections <br />you harbored for me <br /> <br />and I know they were there <br /> <br />but why did you not ask me until now? <br />the same idea has been stewing <br />in the nooks and crannies of my mind <br />amid the clutter of quirks and neuroses <br />I can’t bear to let go <br /> <br />your motive perplexes me <br />an innocent hypothesis? <br />an indecent proposal? <br />I have no practical experience <br />in matters as sensitive as these <br />so I knit my eyebrows <br />and convince myself that you meant <br />what I’d love for you to have meant <br /> <br />and in that case, <br />my answer is yes<br /><br />Wendy Lloyd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-funny-you-should-ask/
