Sorry

He's a kind man,
Good neighbour too.
Grapes and squash
Usually left at my door.
He'd do anything to help.
Can't reach the gutters
Or prune the top of that tree?
Don't worry, John will do it,
Happily.
Invited me to dinner.
Lovely meal, I thought,
Someone else cooking
I couldn't pass up.

The wine got me heady
Before I even knew,
He leaned in close and
Kissed me.
Didn't see it coming,
I'm oblivious, you see,
Conditioned without expectations
I never assume.

He wants a lover,
His lonely heart tied
Like the tongue in my mouth.
I sink in my seat,
To contemplate an answer.
I am curious but
Detached and definite,
No passion there for me.

I'm forced to tell yet another,
I cannot be what he needs.
As I pine for something
That hangs in the breeze.
A something that is nothing,
Yet everything.
That something that wants
Every part of me.