So naïve?
What? To see humour
in a cat’s eyes?
Or nonchalance in the
swaying of a leafy branch?
Of course she wants me.
The pavement gently
caught me as I
stumbled and fell.
I own her.
Not for forever.
Just for now.
The pavement told me
with its gentle caress.
Its cold embrace
soothed my doubt.
Naïve?
The drink in my veins
screamed its protest
at the accusation.
A warmth enveloped my jeans.
I welcomed it.
My legs were wet as I stood
and eye-balled the moon.
Its wink reassured me.
Fucking naïve…
Of course she wants me.
No Tall Stories 
October 4th, 2012 at 1:02 pm
I don’t know why, but for some reason the two dots above the ‘i’ in the word “naïve” make that word seem somehow more… naïve 🙂 Great poem, by the way… me and the pavement go way back
October 4th, 2012 at 2:20 pm
I live this haha Of course I’m wanted. 🙂 Nicely done bud, resonates.
October 4th, 2012 at 5:48 pm
The line between Brave & Naive is always blurry……with or without drink!
October 5th, 2012 at 2:02 am
Awesome BW
October 8th, 2012 at 6:58 am
Tim…you know I love this but I will say it again. Well done!