Pillow Talk

In the beginning “There will be rioting” you said
My voice came from hundreds of miles away

“I long to touch you” you said
“To feel your skin on mine” I said
The rhythm of longing became established

“I’m imagining ….
we’re kissing” you said
…and you’re pressing against me” I said
The long days passed, the darker nights

“I will take you in my arms and we will kiss and kiss so deeply”
“Between us will be our sexy electricity and we will love each other”

You said “I’m longing for you and touching myself”
I said “I want your touch and I’m pretending my touch is yours”
The rhythm of pretending became frequent

At times you listened to me moan, I heard you gasp
We called each other in the dark, in the light
And talked about kissing, touching, caressing
And we touched and caressed ourselves
But couldn’t kiss
Laying our phones on our pillows we slept together
For many long months

The time came
“I’m nervous” I said
“Will it feel the same?” you said
I got off the train
You got out of the car

We kissed and kissed and kissed
It didn’t feel the same
We felt better