Rainy Day/Sipping Chai

I sit, sipping chai,

gazing out the window

at the gray, drizzly morning.

I think of you last evening 

as you strode across the room.

I caught a glimpse of your bare back

above the waistband of your jeans,

And longed to touch your smooth skin,

To feel its taut silk beneath my fingertips

where it curves along your spine.

So close. So far away, you may as well 

be walking on the moon.

But the warm smell of you,

Even in my imagination, 

brings comfort to the cold rain

of my days.