November

The month began without gaps 

tongue to tongue

We kissed through laughter 

Held thighs between thighs 

Stroked trails of tingles 

with soft fingers 

Handfuls of lust 

Buried within each other

 

We didn’t watch the clock

 

Until we had to leave the bed

Heavy with embraces not yet given 

Couldn’t bring ourselves to say it

It overpowered the room 

 

What are you thinking about?

He asked as I gazed at the window 

Watching the grey fill more and more of the sky

with horizontal rain 

 

Blue curtains flowed inwards 

November air forcing us back inside

I choked on suppressed emotions

My throat dry with silence 

Stomach sloshing with bile 

 

I breathed him in 

Gulps of home 

Pulled his body tight against me

Warm safe gentle 

Pushed the memory 

Deep inside 

Indelible 

Flashes of flesh

 

Helium-filled feelings

Tethered with the weight of promises 

floated silently on the table 

next to the drink 

I never finished

 

As soon as I leave

As the door shuts 

Keys jingle helplessly 

I just want to lay my head on his shoulder and

bury my face in his neck 

I just want to stay here 

With him 

 

Pain roars over the day 

Endless tsunamis of nausea 

 

I drive without seeing

 

Numbness seeps in 

Darkness falls

 

Now I am here. 

 

 

 

 

 

And he is there. 

 

November begins...