After You
Aglow is the scene from behind the coffee machine
In an active dance they are all interspersed
Between tables and chairs they find each other there.
Do you even want anything from me? Anything at all?
I can make you coffee, I can make your breath come out in shudders; you want whip cream on that?
You took the chance, I drove a long way up roads wet and winding so that we could meet confusion together
As I stretched my thighs against your thighs we asked ourselves those questions we’d been hoping to avoid.
You pressed yourself against me until the phone rang and it was light outside
But neither of us had any answers
Now my nose is running and I am lying in my own bed and I miss the feel of you legs and your lips near mine
I miss flesh to flesh and breath intertwined.
I want slow awkward giggles and glances meant to be sly when they hold my eyes tight
Your bright cheek bones carefully aligned, hair you’ve spent time on (Since you are so proud to be high maintenance)
A smile, no matter how many times you’ve practiced on your cats and into mirrors it comes out differently, unexpected every time
I want to talk politics and keep surprising you when you realize I’m still interested
I want to do it all again, hold you down and keep your smile pinned under my lips
Feel you shake when I move my body right to turn your switches
This time I’d weed out mixed messages with a steady smile, I’d hold your hand near the edge in the rain and add whip cream without being asked and without asking
I’d take you to my rooftop and watch your chest rise and fall with the sun and the clouds and I’d make us joined and tell you stories about moments where you’d think nothing at all but in patterns of solar rays and soft skin scented air which would dance and tickle all the shadows on your body
And we could kiss light and slow
We’d answer to no one but our bodies, which could tell no lies
And we would dream on satin sheets under flaming canopies of purple and gold and watch the sky as the world turned and time passed but we wouldn’t notice
And we could teach each other to tango on a diagonal slant, the line of the slope of the roof because by then falling wouldn’t matter anymore and lines go on forever and into eternity by definition