Here and There
You’re here.
I can see the goodness of your café au lait skin turning mocha in the sun.
I can smell the sweat over your right brow as it slides down your cheek, mixing with the morning’s aftershave.
I hear the velvet rhythm of your baritone when your words tap dance on my timpani reciting the days events.
And I bathe in the sensation of it all.
For I know you are there.
There where you want to be.
With her and her friends.
Embracing her. Groping her.
Feeling the heat of her across your lips.
Even as you sit here with me
I feel the angst in your body
as your bones and sinew pull towards her.
Aching to get there.
And I smile,
and I nod,
and I give a soft chuckle,
hoping that my subtle flirtations
will keep you here,
just a bit longer.
I kiss you,
praying I can warm you from the inside
just as she does.
But I know I can’t.
I know you will leave
and run to her,
leaving me here,
loving her there.
copyright 2016 rapsedeblu/'raps?de blü
Just a writer who needs to write.
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