Lying here in your arms
our bodies lie as one
skin slick with
sheen of sweat…
I feel your breath
upon my neck…
I should be sleeping
but my mind
and heart
are too busy.
Pieces of the day,
fragments of laughter,
shreds of conversation…
I tear up the night.
Like a movie in slow motion,
my mind replays
the frames that brought us
here,
to this moment.

Flashing images…
seemingly divine;
sultry, sensuous,
steaming…
I might be a fool.

Loneliness accepts the guilt,
yet the curse of
solitude
drives a soul to a
desperation
long forgotten
in your embrace!

The future is no match
for the present,
and no substitute
for the past….