It’s All Foreplay

Your lover is everywhere, all the time, always

Photo by Caique Nascimento on Unsplash

It’s all foreplay,
every single thing you do
or don’t,
each glance, each breath,
the way you turn your head
or walk across the room,
every flower planted,
picked or twirled,
every pirouette.

It’s all foreplay,
all of it,
every single thing,
the way you pause
and check the time,
the way you don’t,
unsure if the perfume
through your half-opened window
is actually for you,

the scent of someone else’s skin,
the way you close your eyes,
the oh so slow anticipation
that precedes absolutely everything,
incense lit,
thin wisps of smoke
disappearing into a night
no one wants to end,

blinking, breathing,
beholding the unbearable beauty
of simply being alive,
the touch of a hand,
the thought of a rose,
the way you reach for something
you don’t really need.

Excerpted from “Unspoken Word: Love Longing & Letting Go”