Crowd

October 24, 2015

 

Crowd

So many people, chattering endlessly.
Empty heads and emptier words
hold no charms.
I lift my glass to finish
and there you are.

You seem just as bored as I,
just as ready to flee
this stifling mass of humanity.
I stare, I can’t seem to stop.
How did I not notice you before?

Your eyes leap up
and meet my startled gaze.
And hold me there.
A smile flickers to life
and I return it.

Our eyes are locked,
the sound dies away
and all I can hear, all I can feel
are heartbeats thudding,
pounding in my ears, my body,
as our gaze deepens,
intensifies.

A lift of your brows,
a glance toward the door.
I smile and go to find my coat.

 

 

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Ardor

December 6, 2013

 

A marked lack of restraint
at last
here in private.
You know I can’t
(or won’t)
share my passion
out in the world
met by prying eyes,
but you also know
my deepest heart and
darkest longings
and most intense
desires
and you know
how I melt inside
when you do those things
in public places
and populated spaces;
a pressure to my palm,
a casual hand brushed
against my thigh
or a slightly possessive
posture, pressure against
the small of my back when
I’m laughing at someone else’s jokes,
as if to say,
“I’m here too, don’t forget
about us, about who is going home
with you
tonight.”

 

 

 

Anticipation

April 1, 2013

Anticipation

You said you’d follow me home
in your own car,
but I understand the parking situation
better than you do.

And that’s fine, because I really did
need to pick up the mess in my kitchen sink
and throw the laundry from the bathroom
into the hamper
and put my dry cleaning
in the closet.

And also, I needed time to
slip into that special
something-something
that I know will tickle
your fancy.

By the time you’ve settled your car
somewhere on the next block
I’ve got drinks poured
and music playing
and lights dimmed
and pillows fluffed
and I am heady with
anticipation.

Our kiss
takes my breath away.
My warm arms around you
make you melt into me
and we fall on each other
like starving animals,
past the drinks and pillows,
oblivious to the music,
making love on the kitchen table.

The first time, anyway.

Heat

November 8, 2012

Heat

Fire
burning
feeling heat
turning inside me
making me yearn for your kisses,
your touch, your renewed desire for me, only me
and it awakens my longing for you, only you,
makes me writhe, surrender to you
knowing as I do
fire burns
inside
you