Tangibility

these scenes some envision in mind streams. yet some things happen beyond what we imagine. that drizzling evening, with borrowed time I walked in. didn’t realize when I came wired, that I would be melted against conflicted, rising flints instead. tamed by a simmered fire unintended. laid unsuspecting, closed expectations upon table left. blindfolded by rebellious trend, but thought at first you derelict. knight or devil how steadily consumed by jasmine perfume you were. moving in but I didn’t know. because it was slow. the warm glow growing with three candles. one set cautiously at my head. one’s heat reaching my mouth. the other to see me breathe out. simultaneously palms read by fingers. opened then shut down. spine tingled into relaxed disposition. and then deep exhales calculated till they were separated by short minutes. yet somehow this need to give in, lingered. let go, I heard in a whisper, like a prescribed order calling submission. anointed, by droplets sizzling across neck. amnesia for moments so to be fed by unknown journeys inflicted. only understood the language of tangibility. of messages transferred from hand to senses. barriers going down. though didn’t allow it. it was happening. one inch at a time. let go. one breath at a time. let go. and I did, moving away, lips bit in half embarrassment, anxious energies. and then, acceptance, from where mouth pursed ever so. below yours, I was let know quietly, something beautiful, haunting, and vulnerable. But as I gathered myself, in the one candle left still on, I wondered what I owed. yet was ushered gently out the rear door. with hair pulled back and searing glance in the eyes. softly intaking your implore-- please come back again. but next time it rains, I will turn away. for I cannot bear being swept astray, in most addictive ways...