August Night

August Night

I looked into the face of my dreamlike memories
Feeling the familiar warmth of two decades past.
The smile, the secret smile that only lovers share
Eyes that danced with laughter and friendship
Eyes which met mine and shared of our sensual journey together,
And our tears of parting.
We spoke of families, of births, and tragedy,
Our losses and years gone by.
Joyful laughter and chatter surrounded us
In floating streams of swirling smoke.
The clinking of glasses, the glow of sparkling wine and butterscotch
Relaxing both of us to a mellow glow,
Keenly aware of the growing ache to touch.
We welcomed the distractions of surface dreamers,
Of friends eager to laugh and share comradery
Of funny stories and comical situations.
Our silent thoughts were our private world and only ours alone,
But knowing glances and understanding smiles
Occasionally drifting our way only verified our transparency
And our weakness for one another.
If we could only touch.
But we do not dare.

by Jonnie Dollins