i had been waiting for her

forlorn and forsaken
and for so long

day after day
night after night

she used to say
that it was too late
        it had been too long
        it would be too hard
        and it would be wrong
        and that she had moved on...

one day, out of many,
(years had passed)
i wrote her
to let her know
         that i still love her
         that i still want her
         that i still need her

and we met
   (in the middle)
       of the night
           like we used to
got in my car
        drove to the bar
            shared a bottle of wine,
                 or two

and i smiled
and she laughed
we got close
like we used to

not thinking about this
not thinking about that
not thinking at that time
                  at that place
                  at that moment

we would kiss kiss kiss
(O, bliss! bliss! bliss!)

delicate and delightful
desirable and delicious

she whispered,
(i remember it as if it were yesterday)
        softly and sweetly
             "baby, i still love you"

she used to say
that it was too late
        it had been too long
        it would be too hard
        and it would be wrong
        and that she had moved on...


back to my place
hurrying to the bedroom- ***** it,
the living room will do

the fling fling flinging of clothes

thoughts racing, racing thoughts

the abandoning of
insecurities and imperfections

she,
braless and beautiful
******* full and breathless

beaming brilliant beautiful

together, we,
      in a familiar position again
      tempestuous, and together again

nothing between us
      but the moisture
      from our heated hearts
      forming and gathering
      gathering and forming
      as we moved in
             rhyming. rhythmic. rhapsody.
                    up (up) and down (down)
                    up (up) and down (down)


i had been waiting for her

forlorn and forsaken
and for so long

day after day
night after night

she used to say
that it was too late
        it had been too long
        it would be too hard
        and it would be wrong
        and that she had moved on
        so i moved on

though i didn't want to
i still loved her too

and that night,
nothing else mattered.