Basilisk

I was there when you left,

ready and waiting

like the proud gentleman

that I am not.

You looked lovely,

beautiful art above

the collar of your jacket,

and off we went.

I offered to pay

and that seemed to

throw you off.

Talking about

here and there

never a quiet moment really,

something new for me.

The reptile brain betrayed

the gentleman

I am not,

and screamed for more.

I thought a beach walk

would be nice.

And it was.

I should’ve gone for your hand.

The ice and cold

reminded me of myself

and what I don’t want to be

anymore.

The reptile brain

was quiet finally,

dulled by the cold

but not gone.

Those lips move

but I can’t tell what

they’re saying.

Under your spell already.

Should I be worried?

But I blundered

blundered blundered blundered.

I should’ve gotten out

and at least hugged you

though I wanted just

a bit more.

Reptile brain took over

and one track I ran

all the way back to my home.

Too timid

in your presence to do much else.

Even after your kind offer.

I blundered blundered blundered

the end.

- Samual Curtis