The Thirty Day Love Affair
With Your Panties
You are gone
For thirty days
Across the globe
Far away.
It’s crayzee...
We just met shortly before you left
Right before the New Year.
But it was good.
It was strong.
It was effective
And lucid and dreamlike.
After so many bouts of making love
Just being carnal passionate animals
We would look up at the clouds
Passing quickly before the moon
And just pause...
We would lie twisted...
Fucked wreckage...
Bodies
Tangled
Minds distant...
Electric pulses...
Interplanetary travel...
You took me places that I had never been to before.
I would look at you
A beautiful woman
Moaning and gasping
Grabbing me
Completely in the moment.
I was there
On shards of moonlight
Cutting into me quietly
Delicately
Opening and exposing me
Alive
Bleeding in that very minute
As elbows were rubbed raw
And I had yet to notice.
Inbetween we would breathe
And talk
Saying sweet lovely things.
Dec 30th.
4:57 pm.
I got your text:
‘Bye bye sweetness’.
And you were gone
Leaving on a plane
From JFK
Traveling
Halfway across the globe
For thirty days.
I found your panties
That you hid in my overnight bag
Buried down within
The toiletries and toothbrush
Shaving cream and razors
Lotions, scrubs
Creams and oils.
I’m like a girl with all of the shit
That I carry.
They are
Pretty black lacey things
That I have never seen on you
But I am now imagining you wearing.
They are hot
And they smell good.
A mix of you and your perfume.
I have no doubt
That these pair of panties
Look good on you.
I’m having a love affair with your underwear
While you are away.
I’m breathing them in...
Dragging them across my teeth
As I stare out my window
At the sharp winter moonlight...
Writing poetry
As Persian music
Plays on my stereo
I’m feeling sultry and exotic.
There is a rhythm in the music
That is keeping pace with my heart
As I imagine
And yearn
While my elbows heal.
My mind wanders
And desire builds
For the next thirty days
Until a far away plane
Infused in incense
And glowing colored silk
From another land
Breaks through the dull, smoggy Eastern sky
And touches down
Wheels screaming and smoking
On a long runway
At JFK
Airport.
Shiva
Dances
His cosmic dance
Pressing
Jasmine petals
Beneath his
Painted feet.
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