Kitchen Confession

She was brushing her teeth

Facing the water-drizzled sink

He was watching her closely

Arms crossed, heart pounding

 

The silence between them shouted

Wordless longing embraced their souls

For every move seemed numbered

Neither one would dare talk

 

Finally, she’s ready for bed

Put her toothbrush back to that cabinet

He grabbed her hands softly

Stared and asked her “What’s wrong?”

 

She pretended to be puzzled and looked down

But really, she’s taken by surprise

For she didn’t want this to happen

She didn’t want to see those eyes

 

“I can’t keep this any longer.” he said

His body was shaking with fear and love

She backed herself against the sink

Inhaled that scent that made her weak

 

They looked at each other intensely

Silent thoughts exchanged so quick

Now, neither one wanted to look away

–and yes, they suddenly kissed

 

She tasted his suppressed desire

He liked her toothpaste-tasting lips

For years of brushing shoulders

They finally showed what they can’t keep

 

Er or Err

I wanted to show you I’m better

For a certain reason

Maybe you’ll pick me instead of her

Like choosing egg over bacon

 

I can be anything higher

In heels, taste, and pictures

High definition, high resolution

Or anything high from my Nikon

 

I’m always someone who’s nicer

Just in case you might compare

Well, I’m not forcing you to

But you might want to reconsider

 

I’m also almost lighter

In mood, weight, and touches

Would it impress you if I’m a slow eater

And I have cuter sneezes?

 

She might have a lot of positives

(But I have those in –ers!)

If her sweetness is a plus

My mushy meter is a C++

 

Well, I know this is not prim

I just want to show you who’s better

I’m pretty much aware that she’s your dream

It’s just too sad that I’m the dreamer

Sweet but cheap, or cheap but sweet?