Think What You Will...

Au revoir

Sparks flew the day we met
Between your eyes and mine
The sudden flash of desire

We argued over politics, countries, cultures,
All the while knowing that what we both wanted was
The geography of skin

Fingers unlacing, slowly tracing the plane of your cheek
We locked eyes, then lost ourselves to a Sunday’s rain
Its rhythms steady against the headiness of lust.

E, 2009