(part 1 of The Detox Trilogy)
Your full
lips on my forehead
our
lingering embrace
drinking
pinot noir from coffee mugs
sitting on
your knee
lengthy
late-night conversations
your long
blinkless stare straight through me
three soft
kisses at the nape of my neck
in the dark
your
fingers tangled, tugging at my curly kinks
a tickle
fight on my bedroom floor
eskimo
kisses in your front yard
cuddling
that never led to sex
listening
to your tales of Ghana
my pet
name, Abena
your rants
about injustices at work
and in the
world
your
passionate musings about your next creative project
the story
of your mother's illness
the story
of yours
your
abstract painting that hangs framed on my wall
waking up
the day after Christmas in your arms
your
nephew's tears when I had to leave
and what
became your final prayer of thanksgiving
What we had
was intimacy.
But intimacy sans commitment leads to
disappointment
and is the
bloated stomach of a malnourished body--
Painfully empty.
~cdw~
03/19/12
"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."
ReplyDelete~F. Scott Fitzgerald