I woke up
Late morning
Sun blazing in through the window
Light glistened off
The drops of sweat
Still trickling down my skin
I heard your footsteps
and already I felt
your presence
like recognizing the melody
the moment
the first beat drops.
My heart kept its rapid pace
breathless still
from our nocturnal encounter.
The imprint
where you once laid
Fresh on satin sheets
Still warm to the touch.
I still could feel your warmth
Pressed against each curve of my body
As I swayed my hips to your rhythm.
Was more aware now of
Pulsating muscles contracting
Reaching out to be filled again.
I should have been ashamed perhaps
Body yearning for you like this
when I knew nothing but your name.
Nothing but a brief introduction
And I already felt
the deep base of your voice
Resounding within each empty hollow
Echoed inside me
sending me into
Auditory spasms.
What history I was privy to
I came to learn from your lyrics
Each line painting pictures
Of all the wondrous things
You have seen and sensed
In your world.
Every honest moment of pain
Each triumphant celebration of joy
All exposed in the instant
You invaded my soul.
Of course
All I have is
your voice in my head
And a picture of you
lodged in my memory
Because we have never
Occupied space
in such close proximity.
But your music
still resonates in my ears
My body still feels your rhythm
I have become acquainted
with the nuances
Of each movement like
Memorizing every word to the track
And each morning it is your voice I hear
whisper my name over and over
As I keep you mentally on repeat.
©R.Bello 2009
