This Love

Melindra took him into her bed and he stayed.
Her blonde brownness, her impeccable touch
left him craving her love, giving her love,
wanting finally to be what his man could be
for her woman, wanting to stir and mix
what was on her mind with his. Some touch came
from there to fill the body that was not its own,
moving the other to want to give and take and . . .

So he began to believe he knew how to love.
And she slowly accepted she could give him love.

(22 September 2012)

copyright 2012 by Floyce Alexander