Weeks of study together:
writing, creating, laughing, in our cafe. 

That last night, you walked me home,
I pulled you by the collar.
Lips strived something --
foreign.
That’s when I became enveloped in your arms.

Then my fingers gripped the sheets,
breaths quickened,
when our bodies became one.

I will never forget you.
The picture show plays in my mind
as I enter the cafe we met years ago.

Standing in queue, my mind wanderers once more.
Return ticket in hand, my papers expired. 
Bags packed, I sat with you craving comfort.
You told me you were bound to own this café, 
and with a sad smile, I said “I know…”

“Miss. Can I take your order? Miss?”

My remembrances are dashed, 
but I recognize that voice
even from 10 years past.

***

I was oblivious
that I could switch from autopilot
to a sudden wave of shock,
depleting all my other senses.

And so the second whirlwind began.
We got to know each other
all over again.
The igniting fire of passion
between our aching souls.

Time and responsibilities
become irrelevant.
Your skin rests on mine,
the smell of your hair
is the same scent I kept with me
all those years.

Forever in the wilderness,
patiently spinning into orbit.
I knew subconsciously
that your moon and my stars
would align.

©️corinne.aufiero&martin.dix2021

This was my first collaboration with the wonderful Corinne Aufiero.