End of the road (Poetry Monthly)
My finger traces a path
down from your navel to the waistline of your shorts.
It's a short journey, but one I wanted to take many times.
Every time, in fact
I saw a flash of flesh when you raised your arms
or removed your shirt in the heat of the sun.
I watch your face -
your eyes are closed,
your breathing deepens
and I see your body shake.
I see pleasure and pain from my gentle touch,
tracing it's lingering trail.
I want to take in every part of you,
touch every inch of skin - kiss and taste,
not leave out a thing.
But time is falling away from us,
like an hourglass,
the last grains of golden sand cascading fast
their own journey down to the base
where at last
they'll settle undisturbed.
I don't want our road to end.
I see a road block...
But I can see beyond -
a beautiful sun dappled lane.
Not room for many perhaps, but big enough
for us to get through together,
walk hand in hand forever,
or at least for the remainder of our years.
I offered the opportunity,
showed you the way to travel
this beautiful, peaceful lane with me.
But you chose a different road -
one that will take us different paths
and now we will have to part.
I hope you find what you are looking for,
that you are happy and no longer search,
settled, living a life that's true.
But most of all that you remember,
no matter where you go, or what you do
my beloved soul mate...
I will always love you.