There was a night,
The night of a storm,
When weary road-trip eyes met in a library parking lot,
Leaving lips and arms and legs to follow,
Leaving hands and hearts to follow, unwittingly,
In the dark embrace of night.
You led me to the water,
Flattening blades of grass behind us
As we pursued the otherness,
The separation of unity that was our bodies,
In the whirling eye of a storm.
You whispered in my ear,
The only audible secretion amidst
the deafening pound of waves on the shore
And howling turmoil of the whipping winds,
“I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Karly Marie.”
Soft lips embraced neck’s nape,
Meandered to mandible
And met their match slightly parted,
Tongues tangling briefly in a too-quick tango,
Precluding the fire-bellied lust burning between us.
The wind whipped on,
And we stood solitary,
Teetering on our own outbreak of tempestuous howls.
Yet, we pressed together, flush,
My hair encased us,
Tendrils whipping ‘round our clutching figures
in a cacophonous cocoon.
The waves crashed on.
I don’t know how long we stood there,
But, mark it, we still stand today.