Flash of Red
His stubble brushes my cheek
like sandpaper, the friction sparking a slow
burn from hip sway to toe reach.
There’s something different
about our dance, in the way he changes
direction to make this pleated skirt
unfurl in a flash of red, something
that pushes beyond the wall
of friendship we’ve built to keep
our hearts apart. I feel it every time
we lean in together like two
sides of a triangle, trusting
that the other won’t give way.
~Pamela L. Taylor © 2013