Savvy

You may have been right,
Smart, to preserve your detachment
To recoil from unveiling your mystery,
(that tantalizing reveal)
To anticipate improper intimacy

Had you dared,
I would have stolen the stars you trustingly gave me
And ran far, far into the blackened night;
I would have raped your fertile mind to serve my own purposes
Leaving naught but a salted field in my wake

You may have been right,
Savvy, to impose silence upon my incessant inquiries
Recognizing the curious olive eyes, their true intentions
Shying from the implicit danger
Reading betrayal between the lines of flowery persuasion.

Had you risen to my challenge,
I would have branded your soft skin,
Emblazoned my mark, my claim upon it;
I would have ravaged your spirit
Leaving naught but a bleak, bereft soul in my rearview

For I am a vigilant vixen,
Scanning the horizons for favorable conditions
An ornery opportunist,
Searching for advantageous information
Your subconscious has saved you.

Nostalgia

I miss the days of semi-private blogging.