A Poem: Coulda

I could have kissed you
in a trendy club bathroom,
knees buckling from desire
only being held up by my
germaphobic need to avoid
the toilet.

I could have kissed you
in the rain, slippery skin and 


lubricious lips not caring that the skies were
trying to get us home and out of
the street.

I could have kissed you
in a elementary school rhyme
surrounded by lacy leaves
with only the smell of cherry blossoms
and a few voyeuristic
finches peeping at us.

Instead, I kissed you
in a Toyota Corrola at the
trailer park, just after
you forgot your wallet
for our first date on a Monday,
because, honestly,
how could I not?


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