Did It Happen?

A glance across the room,
The crowd invisible to me,
You catch me watching.

A careful approach,
Try not to be obvious,
But still, an approach.

Looking away, but not,
Brush your arm, excuse myself,
Your fragrance staggers.

Probe, laugh, probe back, laugh,
Connection made, what is next?
Interest? Interest back?

Others disappear.
No one else is in the room.
Momentary heat.

Momentary? More.
Gently graze my arm this time.
Smile. Look outside. Go.

I follow, hooked. To where?
You know the way; I do not.
You lead. I follow.

A garden. Light rain.
But not to dampen spirits,
You stop, you turn, nod.

A bench. You seat me.
Seat yourself then, close to me,
Face to face, your breath.

Fingers touch lightly,
Faces, ears, necks, lips, tongues, then
Lower, to your knees.

Knowing hands unzip,
Unbutton, release, then kiss,
Eyes look up, mischief.

I sit, I watch, rapt,
Unable to comprehend
How it got to this.

Damp, soft auburn hair
Drapes my thighs, touches my mind,
Envelopes my soul.

Soft, sweet, warm, gentle,
I disappear, reappear,
Within your garnet lips.

I see me, then not,
Faster you, faster I breathe.
Electricity.

Low sounds, yours, mine, ours,
Breaths, heartbeats, animal-like,
Guttural, like "Ommmmm."

Lose control. Muscles tense,
Release, again, and again,
You drink until I stop.

You stand, kiss. Salty.
"Hello, I'm An..." "No. No names.
Just this. Remember."

"It didn't happen."
Another smile, then you're gone.
That fragrance left behind.

What now? What's left? Drops.
Glistening in the moonlight,
Raindrops. Your drops. Mine.

What to hold on to?
Warmth lingers now with these drops.
Residue of dust.