Slammed & Split

Blurred Boundaries

We unwrapped and relaxed
wrapped two weeks in
to relations, situations
not planned to be in
and she asked
when I knew.

It blew through my ears
crossing my mind
in and out so quick
it passed dishonesty by,
so I honestly answered
and couldn't say why
that the first word was
"always"
followed by nine:
"I never dismissed
the thought of us having sex."

And I didn't really regret
what I was saying just yet,
so I kept on going
and this came out next:

"See, I've done this before
with other so-called friends
though in those in those instances
I could see the end
from the beginning
simply prophecies fulfilled
and willed to fruition.

"And with 'just friends' —
though sex entered the vision —
it was brushed aside
with a 'Nah, not her —
bad decision.'

"Though even on that tip,
accidents happened
when comfortable go cozy
and libido took action.
But that was squashed
and quickly kiboshed
when our minds fired off
competing excuses
'til one was used to back off
and curtail the queering
of established order;
the affected relationships
that reach even broader
than the two of us
like ripples in the water.
We could avoid the convo
we'd be forced to have
about where we're at
and how to proceed
after we did just that.

"But for us,
the situation was simpler, in fact.
We had this fine line
that we toed 'til it cracked.
And after never dismissing
sex from our path,
all it took was one person to act —
as long as the other noticed
the straw dropped on camel's back.

"You pushed,
I pushed harder
and it finally happened —
that magic moment of barriers snapping
boundaries blurred
out of existence and capping
the best of both relationships:
the best friends and the fucking tip;
it's so long overdue
that nobody questions it."

I breathed deep and sighed,
waiting to realize
the moment she'd leave
in front of my eyes
after having heard an answer
of this honest type.

But she did a good job
of taking the situation in stride,
waiting a second and simply saying,
"That's nice …

"But did you have to be so fucking wordy?"

"Hey,"
I replied.
"I'm quite the wordy guy,
so come hug this
before I get inspired."

"Shut up", she laughed,
and kissed me
good night.