The Getaway

No words I can say.

No words could I write to iterate why or how I feel this way.

Through this touch I pray you can feel me.

The transfer of energy from one body to the next.

It’s like the hope that filled you when you learned to ride a bike.

You closed your eyes tights.

Let your head fall back as the wind whipped your hair and face.

You breathed in the scent of autumn,

And prayed like hell you didn’t fall and bloody your knees.

Your loss of control is greeted by the embrace of the grass.

Breathing hard, your chest rose and fell. 

A smile crawled across your little, flushed face as you began to laugh.

Exhilarated in disbelief,

Realizing you finally did it.

Firmly your hand grips my hip as we lay side by side.

It lets me know you’re here.

You lend me your lips softly.

They let me know its all right.

I take your face in my hands,

All bad I’ve immediately forgot.

Sweet, sweet, sweet.

Wrapping me in you.

Swimming, growing, filling.

Our breath shortens and the thickened air encases us.

We’re lingering somewhere between here and there.

Each movement is steady.

Each movement is taking me down.

Each movement takes us to our getaway.

I escape in you, and you into me.