All, I Poem by Veronica Jane

Let’s talk about the setting first;
just you and I, in a crowded room.
Our eyes are meeting right now, again
Then we’re lost in a frenzy of polite
and decent conversation that does nothing
for the turmoil of my feelings.

Your fingers trail slowly up my arm,
tantalizingly slow.
I close my eyes to your brief touch;
it’s inhumane how you do this to me.
A path of gooseflesh follows in your fingers’ wake.

We whisper, quickly.
“Let’s leave.”
We drive home slowly, Neither of us daring to speak.
We arrive - pause, - Neither of us daring to move.

Slowly, we begin. Through the door, the kitchen,
the bed of our unmaking.
There’s a tenderness to what follows.
Carefully, politelym tantalizingly slowly,
my dress falls to the floor.

Your clothes, what were you wearing?
Magically, already in a heap.
We cling towards each other; not daring
to meet eyes.
There’s nothing more to say. We all
know where this leads;
the end of all beginnings.