redwinterroses

The afternoon shadows
gather as the day goes home.
And now the in-between time
before the night
after the day.

A wind is coming up
and we'll be warmer by ourselves at home.
I cannot look at you
reflected by the glass in your hand
much longer.

I want to be alone with you,
I want my thighs to speak your name
so softly only you can hear.

So patiently I wait for the sun to sink
and your eyes
to rise to meet mine.