Opening Wine Bottles

dropping saltine crackers into wine glasses so I don’t pick them up & chug 

but i still do.

such a half-sweet moment

like sea salt chocolate 

that’s probably how it was made, randomly one day 

as my body mops 

the red-stained floors

i wonder when I went from sexy      to alone 

remembering the time he groped

my non-pubescent body 

violated my womanhood too soon, making it difficult to understand one’s touch 

of love rather than pleasure 

what if he would’ve prolonged his curiosity? 

where would i be right now? 

still    on the floor 

awaiting a romance i’ll never let myself have