proceed with caution

I gave you the slip
   beneath my dress
      and by this act
            scrambled your mind

  I’ve wrestled the salt
                 from my hair
      and now questions/
       of  loyalties lie
         beckoning

          for now
          for always
      
       the clock strikes two am
     and there’s no one around
  but you and your voice in my head
       this could be momentous
           I will say I’m honor-bound

         and hyper focused
         I cannot sleep
  our bed is not the only question
         that’s loaded

        it’s never been

–LM