Incursion

I saw him in the hall

And later around.

He smiled.

I smiled back.

Then I saw him in the hall again

And he tried to kiss me,

By surprise,

By force.

I, startled, said, “no.”

Deflecting his reach,

His strong arms,

His kiss landing on my head.

I, disappointed, loosened myself

And made off.

By  Marina Pickett

December 2004