in the Before Choice Disturbs
Grooves where my hands would catch.
Hours we'd spend
Eye to eye
, focused on the wide black dots,
in the room's darkness.
Touch and stare-- and touch.
We did our smiles, then.
Times spent in that room, on that bed, were all smiles
Wit so sharp, hopping into bed meant
Risking a red dance across your skin.
Touch. Hands stretching out, matching mine.
Eyes looking deeply at eyes, this living mirror.
A reflection of reflection that eased
Into the illusion of a life together
We'd be spending a life together
There, I couldn't imagine that warmth that bed without her.
In the morning, hearing the water gulping over her, I can.