In a deep pink evening,
he watched with his dark eyes
as I danced in the rain.
My breast shown through my
clinging dress as water ran
down my face racing towards
my thighs.

The night was soft with
infinite possibilities.
Slowly I slid my fingers down
the side of my face as I tapped
against my top lip.
His eyes fixed on my hips,
insouciant in the evening's glow.

It takes a careful, patient,
searching eye to see the subtlety
of my quiet smoldering passion.
I smiled and he followed me.
He carried me over the threshold
through the hallway and lay me down
on our bed where we first
lay together thirty years ago.