Spooning

 

I tell a stranger

I love spooning

and he nods

with approval

as only a man

who knows

how to

does.

 

He could be lying

behind me,

his body close

to mine.

I am inclined to

consider this

as I note his

handsomeness.

 

My, he could be

inside me –

but oh

that’s not

entirely

spooning.

 

No, spooning is a

mutual choosing

of richness over

risk, lenience over

lust.

 

For those of us

wanting spooning,

agreement is

a must.

 

It has been years

I say since

I’ve been held and

he remarks that

he can tell. Well…

 

Come spooning?

I might just --

yes, I guess

I will.