End of the road (Poetry Monthly)

My finger traces a path

down from your navel to the waistline of your shorts.

It's a short journey, but one I wanted to take many times.

Every time, in fact

I saw a flash of flesh when you raised your arms

or removed your shirt in the heat of the sun.

 

I watch your face - 

your eyes are closed,

your breathing deepens 

and I see your body shake.

 

I see pleasure and pain from my gentle touch, 

tracing it's lingering trail. 

I want to take in every part of you,

touch every inch of skin - kiss and taste,

not leave out a thing.

 

But time is falling away from us,

like an hourglass,

the last grains of golden sand cascading fast

their own journey down to the base

where at last 

they'll settle undisturbed.

 

I don't want our road to end.

 

I see a road block...

But I can see beyond -

a beautiful sun dappled lane.

Not room for many perhaps, but big enough

for us to get through together,

walk hand in hand forever,

or at least for the remainder of our years.

 

I offered the opportunity, 

showed you the way to travel 

this beautiful, peaceful lane with me.

But you chose a different road - 

one that will take us different paths 

and now we will have to part.

 

I hope you find what you are looking for,

that you are happy and no longer search,

settled, living a life that's true.

But most of all that you remember,

no matter where you go, or what you do

 

my beloved soul mate...

 

I will always love you.