Fall

It’s that time of year.
When hot chocolate is being made
Cozy movies are being watched.
Friends become lovers to keep the other warm.

The fires in the fireplace are being lit.
The day’s crucial events do not seem so crucial.
Cuddling together
One laying on the lap of the other while hair is stroked

In the silence of the room
You close your eyes and listen to the sound.
Breath’s in and out lulling you into serenity.
A downy light touch on the neck creates a slow hum within

Neither one realizes the event is being recorded
In the storage facility called the mind
To be pulled out at will
When the day and time calls it forth

 As if the ticking of a nonexistent watch
Struck the perfect time.
Lips meet
Soul’s caress
Desire blooms