Rory

I wish I’d kissed you

that night at Skipper’s

beneath the stars

with the sound of the jazz band

seeping into the silence between us.

When you tugged at my hand

and pulled me toward the dance floor

it felt as though

our bodies were magnets

and resisting your touch

was as futile as trying

to defy the laws of physics.

I let your arm

entwine my waist

and laughed with girlish delight

each time you twirled me.

Your laughter made my blood ripple

like a summer breeze

sweeping across the sea

and when you smiled

your green eyes sparkled

like magic jewels in the moonlight.

As you drew me closer

I leaned my head

on your shoulder

inhaling the bewitching elixir

of your cologne.

when the dance was over

and you raised my hand

to your lips

I wanted to press

my body into the curve

of your arm

and taste the sweet smile

that trembled on your mouth.

And when we said good night

Standing in the pool

Of gold

From the porch light

You held me for a moment

And I drown my senses

In that clean boy smell

That oozed from your every pore

I wanted you to stay

But I sent you

Off with a swift kiss

On the cheek

And I lay in bed

Alone

Wrapping myself

In blankets

That stung my skin

Like icy fingers

When I recalled

The warmth of your arms.