Your scent fills the air I breathe
Exhaled breath washing across my face
We draw closer to our first trembling caress
Barest brush of flesh on flesh
These damned passions
We're forced to enclose, crush and reserve
Explode
For the barest
Desperate
Heated
Moment
We are one
Propriety abandoned
In our passionate touch
At this moment there are no others
We sever -
Gasping,
Hot skin flushed crimson
A nervous laugh
Our eyes touch
Meeting for a moment, then
You turn to him
Our kiss ends.
This poem was published in the premiere issue of Brazos Gumbo in July of 2004.
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