AN EMBARRASSMENT

What we did the other night
after hours
in absence of clothes
may have been a mistake.
It may be the kind of thing
you no longer do
so quickly
so freely.
It may be the kind of thing
you don’t do at all.

It might have been some drugs
or the wine
or something with your family
or an ex-boyfriend or –
I don’t know.
You may have a myriad of excuses
to explain our error
if error it was.

It might have been intentional
but regretted.
It might have been some accident
where tripping lips
and interlocking parts
were involved
It might have all been
an embarrassment.

What we did
what we became
may have been wrong.
Our evening may have been a mistake
but I hope not.