Touche

I was not really unfaithful
or having a cheating moment
relapse of the old days
or more like
uneven
gloriously blissful
intoxicating
and
unapologetic nights
coming to her shores
to sow my wild oats

you were up and about
doing this and
doing that
no telling expression on your face 
as I sat here
ashamedly unapologetic about
my unintentional moment of
unfaithfulness

I am not sure what lit the fuse
something on TV
something out of the blue
made me think of her and that moment or
moments we shared so long ago
up early
making the donuts 
with extra oats in the ingredients

her smell
her touch
the aroma of the aftermaths coming over me
and wasn’t looking both ways before I crossed the street
I should have
and it hit me
sending me flying across the living room
on to this couch
prostrate
hoping you didn’t notice the crash landing
and the burning embers of this moment of 
indiscretion

apologetic I am
still faithful to you
but
I assure you
this was all
unintentional
I didn’t ask for this to come
and then I noticed the expression on your face
after the clearing of my cloud of dust

I don’t think you noticed me staring at you

my moment
already
gone with the wind
noticing now 
a smile on your face
wondering
what moment of unintentional unfaithfulness
might be on 
your mind