billows abound,
cloud, caress her figure.
i kissed the top of her head,
hit the lights,
slowly shut the door,
turned on some music,
and left my mind to wander.
did she hear her favorite sonata?
did she hear me fumbling my keys?
did she hear me step outside?
sirens exalted the moon,
christmas decorations fell,
there were only two lit apartments,
i came back inside after retrieving my studies,
i poured another cup, lit my pipe and
let the smoke lull over the bulb.
has she fallen asleep?
does she wait for me?
can she hear each keystroke?
the night moves glacially,
beautifully,
and with just enough ache
to keep me awake and entirely in love.
© 2010 by J.J. Hutton