The Days Between

I reach across the pillow bare 

and caress you with my thigh

and upon your lips,

I gently bite

and breathe your hungry sigh. 

You pull me close,

hip to hip,

my body is in song, 

a hallucinatory return to where I still belong. 

We are a skein of tangled feelings,

traversing time and space, 

incantatory memories rouse us  

as we begin to move apace. 

The remembering of your fingers,  

the deftness of your hand, 

my body still your conquest, 

you raise your flag upon my land. 

You say you feel my heart in yours

and my blush betrays my thrill  

to taste again the salt and slick  

of your urgent, hungry will. 

As we rise to meet the moment, 

you place your head on mine, 

we move together silently  

in defiance of our crime. 

The treacherous dawn sun rises, 

your scent begins to fade, 

I lock my eyes on yours 

and cling to your embrace. 

The light leaks through the curtains 

and draws me from your grasp, 

I wake in painful longing, 

untouched, unseen, 

I gasp. 

I lie alone in reverie

until I hear the pad of children's feet,

and the fragments of our union roam

beyond my aching reach. 

I rise and smooth the linen,  

a requiem for the dream,  

and I begin again the counting  

of the lonely days between.