Green Grapes - Frozen

'Close your eyes,' I ask
After a bottle of pear wine is tipped
and we are alone.

'Don't cover them, just close them.'
She cannot handle that sort of anticipation…

I pull green grapes – frozen
from the ice box downstairs..
'Open your mouth,' I ask.

Her tongue comes to the gentle flesh.
She holds it in between her teeth,
letting it melt

Soaked in September's sweat, her nightdress
curves over her bare brown body,
One hand drops over the curl of her shoulder.
One hand pushes the cotton hem aside.

We pull together, her kiss devours me
one last time. Within moments I whisper, ‘I love you.'
but I am scared
I might be lying,