November Nights

A cool November night:

A fire blazes inside 

This home of my youth.

White blinds are drawn tight

Against the thick atmosphere

Of avant-garde thought

As frost develops-

Enclosing the suburban

World surrounding us.

Warm blankets are stacked

In a basket of wicker

Left to be unused

As the substitute

Flames of romance are brewing,

Stewing amongst us.

Adolescents perch

Not upon crème cushions, but

Fresh revelation;

And ambient sounds 

Act as nothing but white noise 

In lieu of embrace.

There is no end to

Our touch- the brush of skin

Against another.

Slowly, cautiously  

The tension of the night flew

Into fruition. 

The exact moment 

Ran backward my heart just like

The Mississippi:

When the earth once quaked

With the same vehemence 

Of this mended soul.

As my heart did turn

Violently at remembrance 

Of your hand on my

Face- those lips on mine-

That first was indication

Of a new future.

One cool November 

Set the fire of my love

Forever with you.