I shouldn’t have,
but I gave an inch
to temptation,
and oh my God
it took me through
a green river
with salt water,
stinging my loneliness,
and flowing through
my veins.
I had an itch
to call Ava
to drop her
love bombs.
She had a pretty
name for a tortured
soul with an afterglow
of God’s favorite angel.
Ava’s long, red hair spiraled
to the small of her back
back when I looked
her over in class.
God taught me more
than I’d wanted to know
about lust and how to resist
that part I hadn’t figured out.
Ava’s kindness guided me
to her couch to read a book
and showed me around her
house.
Somehow, we ended up where
we are now ten years later.
Married and together in bed.