February Prompt: love stories, love poems
although sometimes you couldn’t help it,
steeped in your own thoughts
barely aware of your surroundings,
the notes slipping out of your throat like a blessing or warm chocolate.
When we were young and carefree about life, we were
attentive with our love to one another,
sometimes reckless, sometimes curious and uncertain,
the notes that slipped out as we explored each other's bodies were
also like warm chocolate.
We lay on the couch in the sunroom
of the house we had borrowed
from friends for the weekend
on the shores of Lake Ontario.
My head on your bare chest after love,
your heart beat so loudly I wondered if it would burst.
Or on the floor, gasping slightly, I’m sure I could hear the beat of your heart,
even as I lay beside you, cool floor under my shoulders,
your hand touching mine, warm and still electric between us.
And now, years later, children scattered around us,
life holding us far enough away from each other to be
forgetful of the spark,
I catch you, as I wait in the chair on the porch,
watching me from the tree at the edge of the yard,
your walk home complete.
Just a glimpse and my heart flutters, butterflies unbidden, unplanned,
electric and warm again at the sight of you.