I wanted to call
you my love
and tell you
about it all,
but a storm
interrupted us
the phone dropped.
Now,
each time it rains
I fall blind
you’re all I see
two days from now
we’ll be
on vacation shores.
The warm sand
your bare body
glimpses I steal
from the side
your cupped curves
I cannot deny
you’re love’s beauty.
There’s a warning
a serious storm
predicted
to befall on us,
still,
I cannot wait
to have you alone.
The kissing hour
teaches us
just how slowly
the moon claims the night.
Quiet are the footfalls,
passing
pounding,
from our throats
the fuchsia neon lights
draw you near.
Favorite positions
on top of
forbidden words
the night will claim us
we won’t welcome the sun
on those first chances.
Grace,
I’m on the other side
of an eve,
soon, today will be
yesterday.
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