Behind a Closed Door

 

It took four hours in the air

then a further one by train

before I reached my destination

He was there, we had never met before

a replica image of the photo I bore

His smile was broad and warm

we embraced with a degree of awkwardness

It took a brief drive to complete the journey.

Then came a blur of heated passion spent

hours of relentless loving and being loved

Was it night or day, I could not say

we ate little and went nowhere

but remained in a locked embrace

exploring, touching and loving

I lost all track of time, unable to think

I had been gathered up from this mundane plane

to a place where not even my dreams had visited

I did not want to leave or say goodbye

the hour of dread came and too soon

I was losing control as tears came

words were inadequate, I could not speak

I stumbled and mumbled farewell.

I sobbed knowing that such an encounter

could never be again

The canvas had been indelibly painted on

It had been a profound experience

of total passion

behind a closed door