The Days Between

I reach across the pillow bare
and caress you with my thigh
and upon your lips,
I gently bite
and breathe your hungry sigh.
You pull me close.
Hip to hip,

my body is in song,
a hallucinatory return to where I still belong.
We are a skein of tangled feelings,
traversing time and space,
as incantatory memories rouse us
we begin to move apace.

The remembering of your fingers,
the deftness of your hand,
my body still your conquest,
you raise your flag upon my land.

You say you feel my heart in yours
and my blush betrays my thrill
to taste again the salt and slick
of your hungry, urgent will.

As we rise to meet the moment,
you place your head on mine,
we move together silently
in defiance of our crime.

The treacherous dawn sun rises,
your scent begins to fade,
I lock my eyes on yours
and cling to your embrace.

The light leaks through the curtains
and draws me from your grasp,
I wake in painful longing,
untouched, unseen,
I gasp.

I lie alone in reverie
until I hear the pad of children's feet,
and the fragments of our union roam
beyond my aching reach.

I rise and smooth the linen,
a requiem for the dream,
and I begin again the counting
of the lonely days between.

Reviews

[JMaster1]

Thats so beautiful , flow and words match together into a nice dance

[Chris Shaw]

'in defiance of our crime'

Read this lovely poem of longing and missing and can't help feeling this may be an illicit love affair. That's how it comes across to this reader, but no mistaking the longing for sure. Pleased I stopped by.

Chris

[Little Feat]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read, Chris. I really appreciate it.