Closer Still

We came to rest so near
to one another, at the end
On the floor of your room
Steeping in that scent of
lavender tea, calendula petals
I struggled not to smile, so
hesitant to reveal myself a fool,
because I began to feel
what I'd been hoping for,
and I thought, perhaps,
your rational defenses
were overwhelmed, awash,
dissolving away from you
And in that silent sea
we drifted even closer
Careful, I made no notice
as our shoulders touched
It was there, careening,
we painted our fingertips blue
We felt no inclination to speak
as our hands drew nearer,
and I was never so anxious
as when they finally met
I recall the feeling clearly,
but thus far can't articulate it
It was in that context
my mind held no focus,
as if it were overtaken
I acted on convolutions
of instinct and suppression
from then on out
And I still do