October Night

Look and touch

It's never too much, it's never enough

With you

I felt like a woman,

like beauty,

desirable at last.

In that cold room you warmed my skin like fire

so I tucked myself into you everywhere I could

And you let me as you squeezed me tightly

You knew you wanted me--
though you knew you could have me, you wouldn't take me

I didn't beg

I couldn't imagine being happier than as we were.

I saw the sharpness of your profile-- was that a smile?

Your eyes were on mine, they met and mine strayed

I traced your outline with my red-painted fingertip and you pulled me closer

I told you that I could never be as close as I wanted

And you inquired if mentally or physically