218: Time To Go

Blankets brutally ripped away
expose warm flesh to winter’s frigid breath.
Lustfulness is thwarted by practicality.
Love isn’t always kind.

Dressing hurriedly, attention turns to unruly raven locks.
My brush harshly begins its labour
only to be stolen by the protesting blanket thief.
Tenderness returns, seated before the memory of last night’s fire
as he expertly burnishes my hair.

Love is redeemed
but these affectionate movements have me caught up once again.
Practicality ebbs away as a fresh surge of desire
threatens my timely departure.
First push, then pull, love plays
dangerously close to the edge of reason
as I allow myself to be gently pushed towards the door.

Lady Satellite