Late Tuesday afternoon
before the dinner hour
I watch you from the shadowed
doorway, laying in my bed
feigning sleep and I smile
walking towards you, towards
solace from the storm outside
I crawl into bed until
I am crouched over you
arms bracket your head
thighs stradle your hips
my hair hangs like inky ribbons
curtaining our faces and
my speaking eyes and hungry mouth
from the outside world
I hover over you
listening to the rhythm
of our breathing and feel
our chests expand and touch
teasing as I wait for you
to open your eyes and see me
the way I know only you can.

02/27/2003

Posted on 02/27/2003
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