coming what may

Take it slow or don't take it at all

i said to myself in our high-tension timebomb.

But it's easy to say 

from the corners of your mouth

while staring wide eyed at the What Is To Come.

in the end our pangs of thirst overcame my orderly conduct

and your fingers and palms overcame my mind.

we writhed in a purposeful, lustful stupor

planned out yet by accident, grappling for each other's intentions

take it a step back? retrace the movements that got us to this standstill of feeble mumblings and awkward good nights?

or lean forward, and catch a glimpse of what might be -

disoriented decisions with outstanding outcomes,

or a misguided moment, a momentary mindfuck, a fucking bad call.

for now we'll hang on to this new kind of tension

magnetically shifting our every move.

of willing to wait

of waiting to see

of seeing what comes

of coming what may.