In my head,
I see her silhouette
framed
in a darkened doorway
gesturing insecurely
for permission
to come in,
as if she’d forgotten
we’d been
right here
before.
THAT
was a lifetime ago.
The interim years
have given us more
to look upon,
to touch
and to hold,
but still
somehow
we are drawn
together
by souls
merciless time has failed
to sever
completely.
I
am still
unsure –
as she approaches
and closes the door
behind her –
why
she needed
to meet me
discreetly
at this obscene hour.
Unsure
of whether agreeing
empowers
guardian angels
or demons,
blessings or curses
the mixing of our genes in the past
now brings
to fruition.
Unsure
this throat probing kissing
she is assaulting me with
is worth it.
Life
has never been perfect,
just stable
in her absence,
and I enjoy my stability.
This reminder
of her tongue’s agility
filling me with
judgment lapses –
rapid firing synapses.
My willpower
well out of practice
over the years –
haven’t needed it
since she disappeared.
A knock
at the door
brings me back
and it all becomes clear
I can’t
let her walk
through that doorway.
- HymnAgen