Here at the doorstep
there’s such a lovely voice
calling for me
“Come here.”
Just inside on a table,
two glasses of wine,
it’s a pretty scene
all the windows and doors are open.
I’m invited to join her.
See-through top and curtains,
a gentle breeze
her tan highlighted
by the moonlight.
She stands next to me.
We toast our California summer
this time is unlike anything else,
all warm and expensive
these sunsets cost a lot.
I catch the smell of her hair,
she reaches and kisses my palm,
face to face,
she’s surprised by my height.
Pausing, taking her in
we’re finally here
dancing alone with each other,
the music relaxes the hour,
and from her shoulder
she’s half naked.
Up on tip-toes
she’s looking straight up
the night is full.
Stars are lost to the city lights,
still, we know they’re up there
pushing forward so
eyes are locked into eyes.
Hopeless to this condition
we spend a few songs
hard against the lyrics.
Hand holding by fingertips
I watch her ass move,
towards a decorated room
a thousand twinkling lights.
The heated heavy session
is given it’s own permission.
Fuck, the girl can move.
Eager to watch her
my one pre-condition
she inches up super close
and whispers…
Dragonfly Poetry 