Our Game

Each time you come to me,
it is as if for the first time

Up the rose trellis
into my open window.
A shadow creeping into my room
as I pretend I still sleep

A game we play with each other.

One rose petal has traveled with you.
I feel it fall on my brow
as you slip back the soft sheets
to begin your ministrations of love

How long can I last?
A low  moan escapes
as you work your way up my thigh
A journey well marked,
known now only to you

At last you reach my sweet nectar,
casting that of the first rose aside
supping of me in huge hunger.
Food enough for the whole hive

Hearts pounding.
Mine or yours?
Our heartbeats so in synch I can no longer tell.

And now it is my turn at the feast
Your dessert so sweet.
How did I endure that long drought?

Joined!
Hip to hip
Chest to breast.
No more pretense.

I could ride you to texas tonight if you let me.

The room explodes.
Spent, we lie in a puddle of sweat.

Hold tight.
Don't let go.

But tomorrow is coming
and work to be done.
Dinner is over for the night

Before i can beg you.'just one more time', you are gone.
A shadow.
Already on the trellis.
The game complete.

How I envy the roses you brush on your way down,

knowing I must wait yet another full day
before my own  rose is tended again






Pris Campbell
copyright 10/2/2000


Music: Dream a Little Dream