Apprehensive, as icy chills swept across my skin,
snow under my stiletto boots grey and dusty from traffic
making me think back to sun, sand, surf and bronzed breasts
while I reached through the cold, french tipped fingers biting
at the brisk air to ring the doorbell, listening as an irascible reply
bellowed like thunder, rolling along walls in ripples
until it finally trickled to a haunting whisper announcing my arrival.
I could feel him on the other side of the door,
almost hear the slow smooth rhythm of his heart, beat
like wave on sand tugging at a year of planetary movements,
sun rotation slipping across my cherry coloured smile.
The door peeled back on it’s hinges like he had parted the waters
of Babylon and I feel into his arms like a leaf plucked and caught up in a draft,
left to drape around a pole of steal and resolve.
He warmed to my touch, grasping me with a smiling,
holding me there, our heartbeats meeting in a moment of calm
as our breaths chased one another, finally succumbing to each other, abated.
He ran his lips slowly down my neck, lingering along the line of my shoulder
like a wine connoisseur savoring the delicacy of vintage grapes,
filling his nostrils with the scent of 30 years of loving him.
His lips reached back to my ear whispering something,
just below audible, foreign tongue catching on my lungs
like the rich succulent tobacco from my argille,
sweet, arousing, suffocating me. I’m speechless. We paused
there on the threshold of eternity as one thousand lifetimes slipped
between us, building a bridge to hold us to infinity.
I turn to my girl friend, laughing as I notice the expression
touching at her soft hibiscus pink lips.
“well, that’s how I image it, that first meeting …when I let my mind escape”
Carry me to wine lips, let me taste the essence of your fingertips, go slow let me drench my frame upon your touch, part holy water presences with bare beautiful. Floor to path, chair to bed renewing patience… hunger tending wounds over our very first, lining the bed with touch me slow, term my future gently, your essence tightens outside glass bells, cupping my alter ego me on silk and down, fulfillment.
Fingers carpet my flesh,
Blanket my spine, a shiver
Where words cease.
White stone cities crumble,
Petticoats of red flower clump amongst
Tulips painting daytime fantasies,
Opening to the sun’s narrative as
My mouth outlines your crescendo,
The scent of wine on your skin
Sweet. I drink you, lips bruised
Devouring the delicacy of your metaphor.