"Too Late"

Tracy Ewert

Dress rides her train track thigh.
Chuga-chuga-change in his paper plate skin;
A slap of red tomato instead.

Strolling eyes meet.
Inhale realism,
Exhale desire.
Mice hands creep too close.

She
Can't
Start
To...
He
Couldn't
Think
About...
Oops.
Too late.

Lack of down to mud
Emotions call out to them
"Unleash us,
Unlock us,
Don't keep us."

Drowning fish sound from him

To her.

"Sara! Your mom is here."

Hand barely
Grazes
Lobe.