I heard the door click
shutting as you left,
in the early hours.
will we meet from now
with embarrassed silence?
Am I to you a simple
error of judgment.
Or as I trace my love
poem to you on the steamy
glass door of my shower.
will you be smiling
at the warmth of us last night.
I know we drank the full bottle
of chardonnay in front of the fire.
And our first kiss was deep
and wanton.
What you did not know was
how I have longed to kiss you
since the day I met you
and we became the
dreaded friends word.
we crossed over that line
when we made love .
Don't let us go like
yesterdays newspaper.
To me I love you and
it never felt so right.
I am praying you are in
your shower feeling the glow
of something special.
and not watching
water tears and us
circle the drain
and fade away.