Taken
She didn’t wait to blurt his name out
as soon as she was able,
had found this way of settling things
that were stirring between her
and the many men she was drawn to
most effective at holding them back,
even when they followed up with questions,
directed to politely find out about him
or to deviously measure her.
It took grit to bite the airspace
where playful words could’ve easily been placed,
to speak something inane, to break the spell,
to quell the realm of murmur,
perceptible to them, she guessed,
but so close to the surface in her,
she feared her flesh like a ripening girl.