On The Porch

The afternoon sun beckoned
with its soft amber siesta spell,
but it couldn’t cleanse of that memory
about his fingers on her pores,
from three pm interlude spent in the bedroom,
breeze blowing over to entwined bodies,
sounds of the neighborhood
swallowed by something intense and incredible
in the caress she seldom had felt in so long.

Her hands nearly shook
when recalling that second in the kitchen
as he reached out to embrace her with an unexpected kiss,
unleashing all the passion they had both subdued,
so hard for her to accept love might have found her
after the death of her husband and the long hours of being alone.

During the cool of that quiet time spent on the porch,
watching her young grandson,
it all seems so impossible,
could she truly feel so alive again?

Exhaling the questions to fight
against the hunger growing inside,
which he had awakened,
a streak of panic running through her thoughts,
would her kids really accept this change?

Still the ache from having him touch her so deeply
just couldn’t be denied.

It would have to wait,
trying as she subdued the tornado of feelings,
hoping to untangle her desires
by the time he returned from his business trip.