Adrift on the bright breeze,
then suddenly
struck: stuck on you.
Blowing into the high window
of your hot, dark,
incense scented,
delicious attic room;
filled with pages of words,
your body heat
& smell so sweet,
familiar
although
I don’t know you
yet your dark eyes meet mine;
sultry, alluring &
mesmerising.
You don’t ask where I have come from.
It is not far
I think
& blink.
You read my thoughts
through a mist even I cannot
usually penetrate
most of the time.
Stopping me in my tracks,
lift the weight from my back;
add it to yours,
so underneath
black sheets
we lie replete,
resplendent so it seems.
I know another breeze
will come.
Will I stay stuck
or move
to new
time & space, far away from you?
Will your lips send me on my way?
Their imprint will remain
whatever way I take
next time;
your echoes in my mind