i knew i shouldn't let you touch me as we sat together separate on the couch
i knew where it would take us, the end result
too much to drink
i kept the counter top between us hours time
moving round the room
my grip tight upon my glass
you kept drinking whatever was on the shelf and though i recognized
the act, the words
knew everything was false (or true?) i thought
if
i just kept out of reach i would be safe, from that inevitable fate
that befell pompeii
to see your face others might have found my distance strange
but i knew the winds would change when i sat down
like the walls of rome i'd fall to eastern hands


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2002, jessicarane