The Lonely Wind

As we walked arm in arm
from the car to your door,
the cold wind bit at our backs
with a howling fury.
Stepping into your softly lit living room,
you dropped your keys and purse
on a magazine ladened coffee table
and turned to me.
Your cheeks were still glowing red
from the cold.
The light from a small tiffany lamp
across the room
delicately cast
an aura about your golden hair.
I put my hands on your hips
and we shared
a warming kiss.
As if to catch its breath,
the wind stopped hissing
through the pines
allowing me to thoroughly enjoy
the music of your gentle breathing.
Looking into your eyes
I nervously said,
"Let’s make love."
You quickly glanced down
at my shirt pocket and began
diligently picking
at an imaginary loose thread.
A corner
of your mouth
turned up
ever so slightly,
giving you
a shy
little girl look.
In the seemingly
endless
silence,
my heart sank
as you turned
and walked away from me.
The lonely wind
jealously
beat
at the door
while I watched you
pull the tassel to the lamp.