Lace Curtains

At dusk, through the open window,
a breeze stirs the lace curtains,
and stirs a memory
of you...

***

From my window I could see you
waiting, you were uncertain,
fingers raking your hair,
deep breaths,
sighs...

I held the delicate lace to my face,
watching you from above,
smiling at your shyness,
hoping you would
knock...

In the night sky, from my window,
the stars appeared much closer,
shimmering through the lace
like millions of
fireflies...

Your hand passed before my eyes,
your breath, warm and sweet,
whispered words of love,
asking which star
I wished upon...

The curtains lifted and danced in the breeze,
billowing over us like a sail at sea,
my lips tasted your shoulder,
damp from lovemaking,
salty...

***

The lace curtains still as the breeze dies,
your arms find my waist,
and find a memory
of you...

Lora Frikken ~ 11-9-03