Cheek

So many Skirts ignored, forgotten, they weren’t worth the thought,
Until one stole my mind: on her gold stiletto heel it was caught!
We danced and we glided on my tattered reason, then went,
Catching her on my sleeve, so with me the night will be spent.

Her lips I tried to claim, but rewarded the cheek,
Tasting her tears and learning what she couldn’t speak,
Shocked and yet not regretting, instead enchanted:
We couldn’t have what both so quietly wanted;

Holding one another till we would belong together,
Trying to make up for the fact we can’t have each other,
Is anything so unsuspecting it’s cruel enough to torture,
So delicate, so soft is this heartbreaking creature.