Nights Long Gone

With my face pressed to the frosted pane
I stare out at the bright pinpoint stars
The inky black sky a perfect backdrop
Slowly they slip across my view
Ever moving westward

I watch them unseeing, for my eyes
Observe scenes much further away
To nights long gone but not forgotten
Nights when you loved me and held me close
When every room in the house was
Filled with echoes of our passion

Now, they are only memories
How I screamed out your name
As you claimed me for yours, body and soul
I went willingly, repeatedly
Over the edge, safe in your arms

Bending to your will and desire
(For they belonged to my own as well)
Our bodies slick with sweat and lust
Throats raw with shouts and moans
Fingers entangled in hair
Your weight heavy upon me as you
Pounded and buried yourself
Deep within my starving soul

Once, for us, would never be enough
More, more, we both wanted so much more
We greedily lapped one another’s essence
Sucking it from one and then to the other
Delighting in the aroma and flavor of us

Some nights the moon shone brightly
Illuminating our movements
Sometimes slow, sometimes frenzied
Always incredibly passionate

Other nights were so dark
Our blinded eyes useless
Only heightening our other senses
Yet no matter the night
It was perfect
Whether you warmed me
By the sting of your hand
Or your sleeping body
It was always perfect

I miss those nights

Now, it’s just me, me and the stars
On a cold winter night
With my slowly cooling memories
I pull the quilt tighter about my shoulders
It’s never warm enough anymore

tara caribou | ©2019

18 Comments on “Nights Long Gone

  1. THIS is POWERFUL. That brief parentheses was just wow. An aside seeming to be so casual that you have to look twice to feel the power and the intimacy

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