Le Résistance

(Sudden stop in heartbeat,     
A guilty, pleasant surprise of a kiss     
in the dark -     
our chemistry would have blown up the rocketship     
and taken us to the stars anyway.)     
     
But no, my Love.     
I never can remember his mischievous grin     
(his nose lightly brushing my cheek),     
or the subtle, titillating scent of his cologne.         
(drawing me closer, closer)    
I hardly felt the searing heat of his hand sliding up my thigh.     
I haven't thought twice about his eyes     
desperately drawn to my lips, and it never     
crosses my mind enough for me to wonder     
what might have happened if     
we had been alone.