hellabella

The Forest
(A Memoir)
By: L. B. Carter
(November 16, 2005

Dear Old Love,

I was not as naive as you thought.
I was not as innocent as I let on.
I knew the evocations my facade brought,
and I was well aware you could not have withdrawn...
From the feeling.

My eyes falling innocuously on yours
wasnt all that unintentional.
Dragging you wild-eyed, alone, outdoors...
Was more pre-planned than unconventional...
To send you reeling.

My hands did not just happen
to land on your thighs.
My eyes didnt just happen
to lock into your eyes...
Without motivation.

Did you honestly believe
when you pinned me
with a heave
against that tree...
Id not already planted that temptation?

I was such a great actress,
fingers fumbling and hands shaking.
Seemingly not knowing how to undress
you as my core was quaking.
I held the voyeur in you captive.

And did you buy it
many years after that night in the forest,
that the good-girl persona still fit?
No matter how immodest...
Or were just that adaptive?

To being my fantastical puppet?


Copyright2005 L.B. Carter