How quickly you become accustomed to her touch,
her face, the smell of her skin, her fingers under the covers in the darkness,
the faint whisper of her night breathing, her morning smile,
the coffee in bed, her bare leg draped across your belly,
hands clasped, fingers enlaced,
sunrise reflecting the lake in her blue eyes,
her gentle hands pulling you to her lips,
guiding your mouth to her spiritual space,
where demons and angels dwell,
and humans alight, finding their
reason to bear the sacrifices of their daily lives.
How quickly you become accustomed to her smile,
when she catches you glimpsing at her pulsing heart,
veiled by the beauty of her lace-covered breast,
her eyes closing at the touch of your tongue,
her strengthening breath feeding your courage,
hand trembling under the texture of her skin,
fingertips exploring ankles, calves, knees, thighs,
her fingers clawing into your flesh, tearing skin, bruising tissue,
her spine arching in the primal way of your species.
How quickly you miss her presence,
her laughter, the way she pierces your armour with her gaze,
exposes long-hidden secrets with her innocence,
questions the morality of your actions,
whispers reminders of the greatness of your destiny.
By the window, a shadow against the morning light,
her arms extended, inviting you to step forward,
step forward so that she may lead you to your power.
How quickly you find yourself alone
wondering if it was just a dream,
saying no to a pinch that might wake you
from your blissful dream into a disappointing reality.
How quickly you can lose yourself in her,
How quickly you can yearn for her in her absence,
How quickly you long to see her again.