Promises Poem by david e golledge

Next time we meet
I’ll try not to watch your mouth.
I’ll try but can’t promise.

I’ll try not to imagine that mouth
meeting mine, your lips
brushing my neck breathing warmth
down my spine.

Next time we meet
I’ll try not to watch your hands.
I’ll try but can’t promise.

I’ll try not to imagine those hands
reaching to caress, your fingers
tracing shallow nail-trails
up my stomach and chest.

Next time we meet
I’ll try not to notice your breasts, your hips, your legs…
I’ll try but can’t promise.

I’ll try not to imagine having
limitless access to your thighs, no barrier
physical or otherwise
to the scent of your body,
the taste of your flesh.


Next time we meet I’ll try to stop these
images coursing through mind and vein.
I’ll try but can’t promise.

One look at you and I’ll know
such vows are as easy to hold as rain.