November

Waiting for November, my mind doesn’t have room for other thoughts,
hoping one day we’ll share every night, which is when I think about you most;

it's only a month, but I miss yesterday already, wanting you so badly I can feel it
sending shivers down my spine, in with every breath,
coursing through me, when I can still feel how my heart beat as yours slowed,
lips to forehead as my breasts rose and fell against your neck,
finger tips running over military hair, hands resting on your back, grips softening
as arms relaxed around my waist while you slept;

each minute forgetting the hour as the world dissolved behind our eyes,
and nothing could have been as secure as lying there together, savouring the moment
which knew a life worth keeping;

in love with you.