I free myself in the music he plays.
It seems as though he plays for me.
Sounds and sensations wash over me,
Each more heartbreaking than the next.
I inwardly laugh at my eagerness.
He is waiting for me this time,
Standing, facing the door and me as I approach.
I do not smile, nor does he.
He steps close to me,
Peering down into my eyes with wonder,
And I stand my ground, scarcely daring to breathe.
He pushes a strand of hair back from my cheek,
And I close my eyes,
Prepared to melt into the floor.
“Look at me,”
He commands gently.
My eyes fly open to meet his.
His thumb caresses my cheek tenderly,
As the two of us stand lost in each other’s eyes
Ever so slowly, his face moves closer to mine.
His lips are soft and warm on mine,
A mixture of the taste of honey
And the feeling of summer rain.
His strong hands grasp my back, pulling me into him,
And his touch breaks something in me.
A barricade, maybe.
Breathless, I allow him to pull away.
He takes a step back
And observes what he has done to me.
“I’ll see you next week.”