That kiss just outside
the speakeasy
left me speechless.
It was dark inside, lit by candles,
and the heavy door, as an ancient time portal,
shut snug when we were ushered in.
I remember the way you looked at me,
and all the things you whispered,
sitting there caressing
my sandaled foot.
Afterward,
when we were left alone
to climb the hidden stair,
your hands were warm
and the stones cool
against my back.
You’ve always known what to say
and how to say it to me,
with your eyes dark,
glittering, cerulean coins—
and still now, in the corridor
to the dragon’s lair,
milky smoke rising from your nostrils,
leading me, willing sacrifice
in white velvet,
to everyday heaven.
© 2024 Jennifer Wagner
When you kiss the same guy for 26 years, and still want to.
