in the same place

at the same time.

Neither of us invited,

yet simultaneously showing up anyway,

answering some cosmic call

from the heavens.


She closes her eyes to feel me.

I open my eyes and pray,

getting lost in every line of Her,

anticipating Her touch of the day.

She turns slightly towards me,

enough to acknowledge

that I'm there,

then inconspicously tucks back

a piece of hair behind her ear,

an action so common to others,

but a sensual sweep of my senses

as She knows so well.

 

She returns to the business at hand

knowing that I'm waiting patiently

in the backdrop of present company

while She continues working the

figurative stage confidently.

 
In a moment awaited,

Her perfume makes its way

into the core of my mind as

Her body language advances

from business to pleasure,

motioning for me to follow

closely behind.

 

When we reach the destination,

She approaches me with determination,

gently grazing my hand.

I follow into Her dark passages

where so many memories

with Her have been planned.

 

She leads me into Her place,

corners me in Her embrace.

 I fall into Her body,

letting Her take every breath

into the mysterious labyrinth

She dictates.


Each moment's kiss

delightfully orchestrated

in sensual rage,

carefully postured passion,

art's brush upon Her lover's page.

 

Body to body,

pressed roses between

cotton parchment prints of heat,

surging upwards and

mingling the rapture

of day thoughts into

 night thoughts,

sweeping emotions into a rolling wave,

tsunami tumbling foward

overtaking crumbling walls

as inhibition falls,

and by the stroke of ten

fingers upon keys softly playing

muffled notes of music

long laying between sheets

newly lain,

I force myself into Her shoulders,

mouth gripping the fabric over Her skin,

shuttering in a moment's rush between

the rise and fall of a harmonic pattern

so filled with emotional hues

that such a moment in paradise 

can only be called

my Blue's.