WHAT DO WE DO?

April 30, 2024 at 2:54 pm (Scarriet Editors)

What do we do?
Intelligence is worry.
Must my lover worry
the whole night through?
I chose her because her sensitivity 
was a spell. 
Her beauty demanded intelligence.
She was intelligent. I could tell.
This morning she looks different.
"I didn't sleep," she avers. 
"And it's your fault. You're a creep." 
The worst thing about the courtship 
was I was always in a hurry.
Late for work because I was dreaming of her.
When she gave in, she was a flower.
Things are different this hour.
Something seems strange.
I study her face. My blood cools.
Intelligence is worry---
there's nothing I can do.
I say goodbye.
Not looking back, I hurry.