A
Poem in the
Before Choice Disturbs collection
Her
body had
knots and
hollows.
These
valleys,
knolls and
groves,
Grooves where my hands would catch.
Hours we'd spend
Eye to eye, focused on the wide black dots,
Dilated in the room's darkness.
Touch and stare-- and touch.
We did our smiles, then.
Times spent in that room, on that bed, were all smiles
And words.
Wit so sharp, hopping into bed meant
Risking a red dance across your skin.
Touch. Hands stretching out, matching mine.
Eyes looking deeply at eyes, this living mirror.
A reflection of reflection that eased
Into the illusion of a life together
We'd be spending a life together
There, I couldn't imagine that warmth that bed without her.
In the morning, hearing the water gulping over her, I can.