The Moment That Passes Us By

The Moment That Passes Us By

1988

jp melville

A sultry windy summer afternoon

Entombed in study, wearing glasses

Books stacked and sprayed over this desktop

Papers strewn and disorganized

Forehead resting in my left palm

Pen in my right hand

Resting, still, deep breath

Though feeling obliged to turn a page

Thoughts drifting out to the humid blustering afternoon...

Urging against anaesthetic heat

Aching to be by woman mine

For a moment no more no less

Her blood pulse patient timeless rhythm

Breath to the wind

Moist pores of skin

Health fecund and full…

To tell her without words of my desire

To simply know that she is

To hold her side to press to my side

To finger tip touch the warmth of her sweating skin

To taste her salt below her ear

To watch her hold her face turned to sunlight

To see the sparkle in those eyes…

The moment…

To kiss wetly the nape of her neck

Hum softly in my throat

And to turn and to watch with her to feel

The sultry windy summer afternoon

The moment that passes us by.