the night silvered the sliding
glass door
their reflection in it was soft ethereal
sensual
he stood behind her held her tight
she felt him grow
she pushed back against him
he pushed forward
their breaths
came high in their chests
slowly their breathing
rhymed
silently they deliberated
they deliberated driving to his
house pros cons
ardor
smoked their breaths
theyd been
friends a long time
would sex change that
they didnt want to change
was it worth the risk
breathing high in their chest
who would decide
as he held her her arms were at
her side
they gazed at their soft reflection
like it were a dream
she moved one hand her fingers
rest them on his thigh
they questioned like octopus
tentacles
they hadnt committed
his embrace didnt lessen
What
do we do? unsaid
Wha
to do answered unsaid
I
want you.
I
want you I wanted you when we met
I thought thawas insane You smelled like freshbaked bread
I
wanted you . . . . inside . . me.
I
wanted to be inside you
You
bought me a drink.
Lemon
Drop Martini The bartender apologised the correct cocktail glas . .
. . I
didn’t ca . .
. . You didnt
We
toasted.
Yes
We talked over each other.
We did
To
new friends.
New friends
he
released her
his
handhis fingers went to her hand they twined
like snakes clasped
his other hand he went to
her throat
they
watched in the glass
his reflection moved its hand to
her breast squeezed kneaded it
his hand went to the pearl button at high
at her throat
undid it
their fingers twined fiercely
another pearl button undone
Were
doing this.
his deep breaths answered
they watched in the nightsilvered glass
0813, Reggaefriday,
16 2. 24
0941, Sunday,
18 2. 24
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