closure

i slept the sleep of the dead

dreaming i footed annie's berth

she silently beckoned me

warm and naked with loving eyes

out reached palms and pursed lips

the smell of sex in an fog of lust

this must be a dream

this must be a dream

the ache is surreal

as is the moment

never before

never still

i backed away

retreated to awareness

the door closed a little more