Secrets
Enjoying secret armfuls of my wrigged giggled friend,
innocent on my lap and slightly drunk,
the fresh smell of her hair is an addict's fix for me
the 'brave' and 'true' and 'straight' and 'good' -
who snatches brief these moments like one drowning -
You would not love me if you ever knew.
I should not take advantage, yet I do.