What would happen? (From ‘98)

What would happen?

…If I crowded you as we spoke?

If I pressed you to the wall and held your hair

And kissed you

If my hand found yours and held it firmly up by your ear

If you found my back with your other arm and pulled me closer

Closer until you felt the doorframe dig into your shoulder

If you ran your fingers down my sides, press in your palms and push me down

If I look up eyes wide,
Teeth clenched,

Would you take me into your hands?
And give your lips to my forehead, temple, cheek…and mouth?

Consuming my senses?
If I took hold of your shirt, would you resist?
Giving your lips but nothing else?

And if I beg you


To feel you closer

To feel your body imprinting itself on mine

And your hand creeping into my jeans,

If you heard my moan

I want to know,
I need to know,

What would happen … next?