words they exchange trail in his mind
like water ripples in the wake of fingers.
they leave fragments, word pictures
in his imagination, fleeting and ephemeral.
she stirs the water, conjuring scents
and lover's spirits, floating as steam.
the candle's flame reflected in glass
hides what waits behind the pane;
keeps a comfortable mystery
between the mind and the heart.
moments of silence are savored
like the hush of velvet curtains;
plush to the touch like polished nails
on soft, warm, clean, damp skin.
distance between them is like
anticipation before an embrace.
time apart between them is like
a virgin touch that won't let go.
feb 19, 2007