Your cool, supple flesh is malleable in my hands. Tenderly, I prompt you to twist so that I can meet your lips head-on. Soft fingers, mine, run down your torso and cling delicately at your hip as your cold hands curl at my neck. A coy smile meets your eyes.
Catch me as I fall.
Morning arrives and for a moment I’m alone, with the sheets twisted and entwined between my legs. You re-enter the room with the broadest smile, the one I remember you possessing and coffee. You return to the bed, sliding on top of me with a kiss. Your bottom lip tucks coyly into your mouth.
This moment is inexplicably different. You feel different. My usually keened tongue, sharp against any advance, is lost. Your eyes sweep over me. I wilt. I’ve no option, given the proximity of our hips.
Gently, I push you from me and guide you back onto the bed. You sprawl over the grey sheets, smiling. Standing from the bed, I zero in on your hip and kiss it before almost biting on those perfect nude lips. Our eyes tango a moment before the dream dissolves into a new scene.
---------------------------------
It’s later in the morning, and we’re standing at your door. My vintage black leather jacket hangs from my broad shoulders, as do your hands, hooked over them between my shirt and my jacket. There’s a car on the street. So, I guess this is goodbye, again. My hands snake around the small of your back. Locked together momentarily, it’s a fight to see who’s gonna relinquish first. We’ve ensnared fingers. My right thumb grazes its soon-to-be claim.
“Come with.”
Your head shakes but your eyes implore. Raising gentle fingers to your temple, the breath that utters your name is weighted with apology. My touch breaks, and immediately your eyes dull. A silent vitriolic diatribe spews forth. OK, you leave me no choice but to wish you well. Enjoy your gibbet.
It’s a rushed walk around to the far side of the car (damn, got in the passenger seat!) because my usually quite stoic façade is rapidly weakening. I slowly draw away from the curb.
On the interstate and the familiar and gentle piano and guitar intro faded in slowly. Of all the times to hear the one song that is unfailingly guaranteed to reduce me to tears … Three minutes fifty-one seconds to endure.
Catch me as I fall.
Morning arrives and for a moment I’m alone, with the sheets twisted and entwined between my legs. You re-enter the room with the broadest smile, the one I remember you possessing and coffee. You return to the bed, sliding on top of me with a kiss. Your bottom lip tucks coyly into your mouth.
This moment is inexplicably different. You feel different. My usually keened tongue, sharp against any advance, is lost. Your eyes sweep over me. I wilt. I’ve no option, given the proximity of our hips.
Gently, I push you from me and guide you back onto the bed. You sprawl over the grey sheets, smiling. Standing from the bed, I zero in on your hip and kiss it before almost biting on those perfect nude lips. Our eyes tango a moment before the dream dissolves into a new scene.
---------------------------------
It’s later in the morning, and we’re standing at your door. My vintage black leather jacket hangs from my broad shoulders, as do your hands, hooked over them between my shirt and my jacket. There’s a car on the street. So, I guess this is goodbye, again. My hands snake around the small of your back. Locked together momentarily, it’s a fight to see who’s gonna relinquish first. We’ve ensnared fingers. My right thumb grazes its soon-to-be claim.
“Come with.”
Your head shakes but your eyes implore. Raising gentle fingers to your temple, the breath that utters your name is weighted with apology. My touch breaks, and immediately your eyes dull. A silent vitriolic diatribe spews forth. OK, you leave me no choice but to wish you well. Enjoy your gibbet.
It’s a rushed walk around to the far side of the car (damn, got in the passenger seat!) because my usually quite stoic façade is rapidly weakening. I slowly draw away from the curb.
On the interstate and the familiar and gentle piano and guitar intro faded in slowly. Of all the times to hear the one song that is unfailingly guaranteed to reduce me to tears … Three minutes fifty-one seconds to endure.
You turn out the light
And the dark sucks on the embers of the fire
My heart smoulders in the night
And these tumbling boulders of desire
Come a-rolling off the shadows of me
Rolling off the shadows of me
Rolling off the shadows of me
You say I thought time was meant to take away the hurtin’
As your lonely silhouette closes the curtain
Back on the road
Destination uncertain
Babe, let’s just get in this car and drive
And this feeling I feel so strong
So powerful it can’t be wrong
Now the whole frosted night is just a song
A song for you
Song for you
Song for you
And the moon has splashed night over the street
Like my tears on your thighs so pale
It’s just you an’ me in the sheets
And I hope the whole wide world just feels like a jail
When you’re away from me
You’re away from me
You’re away from me
You turn out the light
And the dark sucks on the embers of the fire
My heart smoulders in the night
And these tumbling boulders of desire
Come a-rolling off the shadows of me
Rolling off the shadows of me
Rolling off the shadows of me