Monday, February 27, 2017

An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but never break.
~Ancient Chinese Proverb~

Friday dropped you off 
two blocks away in the rain 
with no umbrella. 
As soon as you step inside, 
you strip off your wet clothes, 
pull back your wet hair 
and pour yourself a whiskey. 

I sit in the window seat, 
black slip, black socks, black 
bra and panties and I
watch the rain that touched you. 
The weekend begins 
with me thinking of you there, 
thinking of me here.

Not every emotion has a home… 
some don’t even have names. 
They’re born and they wander off. 
Maybe a brother to loneliness, or 
a sister of grief… maybe some 
distant, grungy cousin of love, 
out looking for a fucking heart. 

Maybe you feel them now and then… 
an unsettling wish or needfulness 
at the end of the day… a sudden, 
nagging desire for warmth. Maybe 
they’re some of mine… on the loose… 
wild things that escaped from me 
with your name on their lips.

1 comment:

Rick Forrestal said...

Nice post.
Pretty hot too.