The chill air envelops

giving supstance to our breath.

Your eyes reflect the night sky

as the wisps roll from your lips,

lips I long to taste, yet that

will come another night.

Nervous and unsure

I take your cool hands,

my heart is pounding, and you smile,

only making it pound harder still.

Emboldened by conversation and

the touch of your soft skin

I pull our hands into the pocket

of my sweatshirt using the excuse

of warmth in the cold night

though I truly just want to

draw you close to me.

Just the first evening of many

'though all together too few.

So like fire, I could hold you briefly

but too soon had to let you go...

He's a good man, and I am

happy for that, happy for you,

happy for him. Yet those nights,

the touch of your hand, the taste

of your lips, the pressure of your

body pressed greedily against mine,

those things will remain indellible

in my memories

of that season

all too short.