Art Gephyr

The Little Moan

The little moan
He made
During the kiss
Caught me
I had never heard
Such a thing
Never thought
To make one there
Repeating it to myself
In private
Testing the mechanics
And in the process
Flushed my skin
With the memory
Of him doing it

It almost seemed as if
A kiss would
Not happen
Walking with my hand
Around his arm
To the street corner
And as he turned
To depart
I remembered
What I wanted
During the evening
And the time before
The little moan
He made
He wanted it, too