I am warm and sleepy, having loved into the we/wee hours.

And there is the other man I desire, wishing me good morning.

He holds me at distance, intimate without closeness.

I ask “What is the most dangerous thing you have ever done?”

I’m thinking motorcycles, he replies ” loved women.”

I stop in my tracks

He leaves the door open a crack so I can look in

Glimpses of who he is, what he thinks, how he feels

Prefers fantasies he can control instead of dreams

I dream daily, can conjure him in my dreams, and I do

He believes he doesn’t dream, or never remembers them

I enjoy my dreams, consider taking popcorn and Boylan’s Root Beer to bed

He doesn’t know what he is missing!

we walked through the house, i looked at the water stains on the bedroom ceiling and made suggestions as to the cause and remedy. as i left the bedroom ahead of you, you called me back. i turned, walked in and all i remember is a kiss waiting for me. it had been more than 10 years since i had kissed a man, actually more than 15 years and then a best friend and lover. my eyes closed and i surfaced from a long dive in water so deep, the bends were a hazard when surfacing. i came up for air and there you were. you moved me so that our discrepancy in height was not a reach. with your haunches on a low dresser and your legs wide open, you pulled me in for another kiss. i could feel your hardness as i leaned in for the kiss. i have never nibbled a lower lip as i nibbled yours. feeling was everything, mostly i kiss with my eyes open, make love with my eyes open, not then. as if more than one sense at a time would be overwhelming, caught in a riptide of feeling only. where did this come from?