The silence slaps the sweet smile from my face.
Two dimples disappear and my eyes go wide and watery like reflecting pools.
It was expected, knowing the routine.
Like my cheekbones slipping softly against your inner thighs.
I return of my own volition.
A cassette played and then rewound, to be as the stabilizing soundscape to enhance feeling and gift a smile,
but cared for and never unspooled.
After doing the same action, ten times,
the action becomes anew,
because we extend the potential through practice.
Not new, but still true. Reposted
Like an aged letter.
I am soft today.
Wide-eyed in hope and a hint of previous hurt.
An open vessel never being vacuous.
I embrace it,
whispering in a whimper: hey, let me in.
Vamp for me, wild thing.
I will howl out the accompaniment to your movements.
The accompaniment as the autumnal ewe fades away,
but before the howling winds of this
fall remove all the leaves from your limbs
And leave You exposed to face the winter