adam barricklow

About Last Night

I wonder if you happened to notice the time
or two that I stole quick peaks at your breasts,
or how I faked stretched to flex arms, hoping to
impress, or the stories I told hoping to do the same.

Curious if you caught the times I looked for an
excuse to touch, a playful push on the shoulder,
or an accidental brush of leg on leg, as I stole into
your personal space.

I wonder if you are like me, and wish perhaps that
we didn't hang out last night, didn't share the
conversations we had, or spent the time we did, so
there might be more of an excuse to do it tonight.