it is a question about proximity
and emotions
it’s about sexual proclivity
it’s about sex on your couch
our tussling to near nakedness
then covering up, slipping by
the doors of your children’s bedroom
wondering why you wore earrings
so seldom when we were making love
you should have worn a black skirt more
knowing it would have been skidded
up your hips all too soon
its the unforgettable marvel of watching
you undress in the darkness
and the eventual warmth of you next to me
it’s the sensually acquaintance of your breasts as
your ribs raise and lower with each breath
it’s not having a photo of the spectacle
it’s also the unforgettable debacle
of never spending enough nights together
it’s finding pictures of people
i don’t know in my mementoes
and not the excitement of your lips
this is wonderful... i can picture every moment... i should wear black skirts more often... *grin*