Winter Sweets

She stands at the stop on a curved street
pulls her coat and scarf close for warmth.
The bus approaches over lumped ice mounds,
a door opens she rushes forward for refuge.
The metro sways side to side and stops as
she disembarks to squeeze coat collar tighter
against the wind.

Slipping into darkness sweet fragrance
of jasmine leave my heart spin in desire.
That look is in her eye, I can't breath,
she wants dreams tangled with mine.
I can't take any clinging vine, I'm not
ready for ties. Do not see love in me
pleasures use her to be set free.

Locked in embraces passions burn
to caress her body. Fires tension
touches those wonderful breast
as lips suckle on almond shaped
nipple. Beauty locked in dark eyes
her rippled thin waist lie pulsing
towards a head that tasted the
fur of womanhood.

We sleep in arms wrapped as one body.
That was better than sex, no hurry
or tempo to natures need, just a quiet
gentleness. Tears strain through her
hair in silence after begging to move
in, as I refuse. Getting dressed I
marvel at her beauty, to go pick
up my bags and rush to the airport.

Two week has passed, I get home and go to
the club hoping I find her. I see her
brother buried behind a table full of
beer can.  He cries, "Suicide, she
committed suicide. Buried her monday
at Rosemont". Stark realization of
what is going on; I felt the knife
of guilt, lunch and two beer spew on
the floor. Sorrow was not just for
her, but myself as well.