He is something to do.
He is a mysterious stranger.
He is all the adventures I could have
And all the risks I wish I could take.
I know in the minty silence between us
That I am asking for it.
I find myself slumming with the rest
Of the Daisy Buchanans in the world.
I hear a whisper in my ear,
"Remember who you are, Joan,"
But the journey from your head to your heart
Is the longest one you will ever take.
So as you lean in I think to myself,
Here's to responsibility once a week
And recklessness every day in between.
You kiss me and I kiss back,
Against my better judgment.
I take in your smell,
The smokey, sweet aroma engulfing us.
I savor the sparks on your tongue
And realize in the car ride home
They tasted rebellious.
A few minutes in, I think,
We really shouldn't
But we just both seem to be giving ourselves
Exactly what we want.
I live in my wildest fantasy
For a few more moments
And then, I leave you
Standing there in the driveway.
As I pull away, I want to yell:
I know exactly what it feels like.