Page 89 of Fade into You
“Mm-hmm?”
“I was going to wait till later, but…” I look around, and this feels like the right time. “But I have something for you and I kind of want to give it to you now, if that’s okay.”
She nods and smiles. “Is it like an un-birthday gift?”
“It’s a poem. For you.” I open my notebook to the page. “Do you want to read it or do you want me to read it to you?”
“I want you to read it to me,” she chooses. “Always.”
“Okay. It’s called ‘Trespassing.’?” I clear my throat, suddenly nervous, but begin anyway:
“Now when the sky turns gray
My heart stutters to catch up to itself.
With the earthy scent of petrichor heavy in the air
I close my eyes; I taste you.
Lightning crashes and
I see your silhouette in the afterglow.
Thunder rolls in the distance and
I can feel you moving closer.
Wind fills the lungs of this empty space
And your breath becomes my breath.
The first few chilled drops fall on the dusty ground
Like your autumn fingerprints on my skin.
In haunted houses I’m not afraid
Because of your hands, my hair, your thighs, my mouth
And two hearts, trespassing.
Each creak in old wood a comfort
Your soft sounds echoing in me forever.
Every time it rains, I think
Of you
And us
And that
Night in the storm.
How you reign over all of me
All the time now.”
