in my memory i wish we were lovers
i held her years ago
but even then
it was a limited thing
limited by both
her fear of the obvious
and my fear of the unknown
we would spend nights
watching television
and drinking red wine
sometimes i would rub her back
and my hands might wander
under her sweater
i could feel
the tight elastic
of her bra
i would feel the elastic of bra
and imagine my fingers
unclasping the hook
fingers finally full
with the silken grace
of nipple
it never happened
instead we would talk
about movies and books
watch bad television
until the bottle was empty
until we clumsily kissed goodnight
Copyright© michael dennis/Pulp Press Book Publishers 1988