Anthology

Just Before

Angie Lowrance

I watch his face in the dim light,
he moves slightly and I hold my breath
as if I am hiding.
My toes kiss his foot, leg, his thigh . . . .
In the shadows, in the dark, I can feel him smile
and I know in a moment
he will turn to me.

Outside, the rain slips down the window, softly,
as his hand glides across my body, finally resting
at the small of my back, and his fingers
trace infinity with their feather tips.

His breath tiptoes across my neck, my eyes close
as I rest my head upon his rugged jaw. My hand,
just above his hip, is anticipating directions.

The rain has paused for the moment.
Droplets quietly watch us from the window.
I glance to see if his eyes are open
and he captures my gaze, inviting me.
His petal soft lips touch mine, and I breathe.