Here we go again

Linger here

before ration grows
and yields a million reasons
why you and I
should not.

On the drive home,
I hold the image of your face
like crystal,
and listen to your voice

Russian accent

whisper words of desire
you never said.

3 days

throwing glances your way
like curve balls,
hoping you'd catch them.

your hand on my knee
in the back of the taxi,
so unselfconscious
it could have been an accident,
or just habit.

This is a heartache.
but at least my heart can ache.

I thought it had stopped beating,
frozen by years of neglect.

you have thawed me out.

melt water runs from my eyes.