May… with a smirk

May… with a smirk

May shows up like a wink and a dare,

half spring, half “I don’t really care.”

It doesn’t knock. It doesn’t wait.

It leans on the doorframe, runs a little late.

Patience loosens. Pride unties.

Skin remembers what the fabric hides.

Even “maybe” changes tone,

Turns into yes on its own.

Windows stay open longer than planned.

So do conversations.

So do glances that start as an accident

and end up being "I don't mind".

This is the month that smiles back

when you test it.

Leans in just enough

to make you wonder what you expected.

Promises loosen, rules unbutton themselves.

Nothing breaks, it just shifts

into something that remembers how to breathe

without making a big deal out of it.

May doesn’t seduce.

It suggests.

May doesn’t flirt.

It doesn’t persuade.

It doesn’t push or plead or press.

It just stands there,

tilts its head,

and waits for you to say yes...

And somehow, by the time you notice,

You already did whatever you wanted

And May is free, doesn't need to lurk

It did its job, and it leaves with a smirk.