simple/major

it was a quiet moment, nothing earth-shattering. we waited in line for a table at the restaurant, loose summer clothing, sun slowly fading, late day fatigue setting in, and she leaned into me, her head on my shoulder, her breast at my side, she slipped a hand into the rear pocket of my trousers, felt the curve of my ass, and, in that simple action, the earth slipped a bit on its axis, and i was all the better for it.

not today

it’s not today that i need you. that i need to touch, kiss, smell, graze, absorb, fill you.
it may have been yesterday, and almost certainly will be tomorrow, or the day after that. and on that day i will need you, want you, have to have you…and i won’t.