It happened a long time ago
when I let down my guard;
It was raining that night
as we talked we drank our
Separate glasses of liquid
Courage savoring each drop.
My face got warm, red,
I felt vulnerable; I looked down into the golden
Swirls of wine;
I look across at him ; he's so
Hard to read...i want to reach out to feel
If he's really there.
We go to his cobalt colored car, pristine
As it glistened in the dark.
It was pouring as we walked to the car
He came to my side and opened the door;
I lightly brushed his hand as he
Walked past me.
We sat listening to the music of the rain as it poured
Buckets of cold, cool water which filled the empty, dark
He looked at me and turned my face, a touch
That was so tender and sweet it filled the car
With him. I could smell his cologne, clean, crisp,
Masculine. He looked at me , smiling and staring at me with a tentativeness filled with a delicious tension...
Ah, but that was so long ago. Now there are
No nights filled with such tenderness,
Intimate moments when time stood still.
I could almost hold that moment in my hand
And savor its innocence and purity.
It is now lost as I have lost my will to try again.