calling

those stolen moments
bit our fingertips, sending
a shiverous thrill of pleasure, yet
also a warning:

this is not yours. 

but i didn’t care;
you intoxicated me
with a love and joy unparalleled.

hearing your voice on the phone was like a drug
feeling you trace my skin
your hooded eyes as i read to you in the car
lacing fingers
aching heartbeats-
a fix i couldn’t stop needing.

our adoration of each other was never satisfied
feverish
frantic
a fete of flesh.

i abandoned everything to love you
and not in a way that i regret, or should ever want you to feel badly for;

i remember you always like the wolf never forgets her longing for the moon
ever howling,
calling, calling
calling into the night.