A Choice

Drunk and tripping over tipsy,

she closes her eyes, holds her lips out to me, an offering, that I do not take

Now the blanket is twirled around her like a web, she is pressed against the door, blocking my way out with a sly grin, knowing full well how trapped I am inside her snare

And there

The moment

That I did not take

"Don't come into my room, ok?" She smiles like a smudge, nudges me down the stair

But she comes to me the next morning, a storm round her waist, her eyes like thunder

"Don't you know that when someone says not to do something, they don't really mean it."

I didn't know. And now I never know what to do.

On that night of a splayed out dress that has haunted me ever since.