Mecca
I know why you kissed me
You don’t have to explain--
I think I understood before it even happened
Your mouth tasted like treason.
Every time I undress in front of the mirror
I look at my hips and remember
how you hooked your thumbs through my belt loops
so
I couldn’t escape
and when you started breathing faster in my ear
I was trapped
You possessed me
chanted your narcissistic spell like you’d do for any girl
I shook
I’m shaking now
It shames me that I am not stronger
I’m not a hopeless romantic
if I were, I’d feel obligated to allow you a chance
to court me and be a prince
just because you were my first--
but I won’t
My body is not a temple:
it is the Taj Mahal
and the entrance fee is something you can never afford
Go stare at your reflection
I’ll cry in someone else’s arms and then
I’ll forget you
-MWE
25 June 2000
