The ice and wind have left us
grounded in this late hour.
Tomorrow will see us
in our separate destinations.

This wine warms me, lulling my senses.
Loosened tie by the candle glow,
subtle words and gestures
seduce and tempt me. I can almost
taste you in this unsettled hunger.

Your hair flips back.
Cleavage disappears
into an open neckline.
My eyes have no choice
but to serenade your soft tan skin.

Could I hide my indiscretions
from deepest hues
in those dimensions of diamonds?

Could I live knowing I betrayed the joy
found in a smile of a two year old,
disregarding what God laid at my feet?

Birds would stop singing.
The distant ringing of church
bells would not be heard.
Sleep would fall prey to strangling
vines that would cover the state
of all my dreams.

Could I break the back
of an Angel in flight
or cause the sorrows of a hundred
crying wolves?

To try and comprehend her pain
knowing I had caused
Vickie’s tears
would hurt me more
than I could possibly bear.

I long for her so far away.
Vitality rings in the life
of everything she touches.
I can’t explain the magic in the rain
or feel this life without her.

The cup is raised, but I refuse to drink.
Within this hour I have gone
Forty days and forty nights.

Take the room, the one that’s left.
I will sleep with ease
in this airport terminal,
dreaming as God intended
of Vickie’s eyes
clear and bright.