November
By Micheal Wood
It was sixty-nine hours of pretending
there were sixty-nine minutes posing as truth
allowing sixty-nine moments of us
leaving sixty-nine times we said and unsaid everything and nothing
……….. a clandestine pair checking only one luggage
understanding the full meaning of terminal
carefully upholding our guises and half truths
not standing toooo close
aware of the length of each gaze
keeping the conversation hushed
but not toooo hushed
then
thrown off guard by your quick thrust on my lips
only fully realizing its passionate impact many moments later
then
off in the sky lifted the very beat of my heart
and then I was left standing.



