Embers of The Affair, Part Three

A la recherche du temps perdu (Proust)

Together again

Lightly falling, sunlight drawing
Motes that dance and hue the air
Shafts of colour, space and lightness,
Draw me to you point the stair.

Ah your greeting, lips, legs meeting
Magic just across the bar,
Shape and comfort, wood and welcome
Pull me to you from afar.

Not forgetting, my love letting
Hands and tongue explore anew,
Comes the moment, makes it urgent
Only one. One thing will do.

Through our hallway, to the doorway
Leads us up where we would be
Once more lovers, in our own world
A chance to love you, to be free.

Us

Planes and angles
limb that dangles
off the bed
clothes on the floor
sensual softness,musk and moment
rapture that is ours once more.

How begin it
magic in it
touch, a smile, a fleeting glance
lips that call me, lips that beg me
lead us to this wanton dance.

Can we ever
will we never
lose the love that sets us free
love and laughter, holding after
this the World, just you, just me

When

When with what glance,
part quizzical
part wonderment
and part surprise
I see you catch
your lip to cry,
I see that look
suffuse your eye.

The face that just
contorted was
in passion’s rage
the storm now dies
and bids to be
new born again,
unlined, new young,
below me lies.

© Gillygangle 2025