BEDA #4

My senses flutter, as if they have become tangible objects.
I could place them into a box and
watch them shake it until it crashed to the floor.
You are real,
and outside it’s raining.

For months I had wondered about your kiss.
Would it be soft, like the affectionate tap of the water on my window?
Passionate, with the impulsive hint of anticipation, or
simple - showing your love through the grip of your hands and
the placement of your body?

I curl myself into the corner of my bed
waiting for you.
Your tempting scent moves closer by candlelight.
Musky, resolute with a bite.
As the shadows promenade to my left,
the familiarity between us grows and
the space between our bodies shrinks to nothing.

The rain marches on and we are idle.
Your words are few, but gentle and ensuring.
This time is absolute,
this time is only ours.