Kendel Davi: kendeldavi.wordpress.com/blog
J S Morbius:
Remembering our first date, I asked, “Will you wait?” I paid my penance, reading my sister’s diary’s secret, “Skinny dipping with girlfriends and her dream boy.”
Following behind and standing on the pier, ready to jump naked in the same lake with you, taunting me a hundred feet away. I dipped my foot into the water, “Shit! It was cold.” But I wanted to follow you. Who would guess we’re still together after all these years? You were younger, needing to test your sexual hormones with a man the first time, long after I thought I succumbed to drowning in a plethora of other men, leaving me. Soon I learned, I needed to tread faster and longer than you, like that first time I swam after you, almost losing my composure when you caught my dick behind my ass in a whirlwind sexual fantasy.
I’m sitting crippled at the lake asking, “Will you wait?” We’re older, me treading, carefully, painfully, like an old man in a walker. I move grudgingly closer, wanting to catch you in that sexual fantasy we once had. Shriveled scared skin, mended broken bones, labored breaths, I'm still following you, like my sister. “Will you wait?”