Perfect

He wasn't anything
she wanted in a man -
she found his mouth confusing
and the pierce of his gaze
unsettled her
and made her skin feel small.
He asked too many questions
with the brandish of his hips
and his tongue broke promise
with the stories mother told
about good girls and heaven.

She did not like the way
his eyes counted the buttons
on her shirt like angels
or the rude words
that raked against her dreams
and made perfect sense
or how the way he said her name
under his breath
made that place between her hips
go rough like August....