I should have fucked you last night.
I should have finished the bottle
walked you past the bushes
into the woods
shoved you against a tree
and made rough love to you
to the beat of the night
intense experiences knocking hard against each other.

I should have given you the old what for,
a jolly rogering.
I should have thrown caution to the wind,
words out the window
and done the animal thing
threatening my evolved self
and state’s laws
while our bodies communicated
in their own ways.
I should have fucked you.

I should have touched you.
I shouldn’t have listened to doubts.
I should have killed them.
I should have done it
– done you –
done the reckless thing
the dangerous thing
because if I did
had I taken you back to my room last night
and fucked you
I could right now
still be holding you
for hours more to come.