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
dVerse OLN
When you kiss
the same guy for 26 years, and still want to.