Chastening

I am lying in white sheets. The lights are off but the blind is open. Opposite is the blank back wall of a building, and an amber glow leaching upwards from the street five levels below. No traffic passes this narrow byway, and I hear no guests walk past in the corridor, no baths running in the distance, no phones ringing. I wonder if I am here in this hotel by myself. I wonder if something has happened and all the other people have left. I wonder if I am in here in London by myself.  I wonder if the whole city is empty. I wonder if this feeling is calm or madness?

If I lie still enough in the quiet, in the glow, I can feel your hands on my skin.  I can feel your lips brush mine, and now I can hear your breath, ragged, I can hear your heart thudding, I can hear your blood rushing,  I can feel you here..and it is my own breath ragged, my own heart thudding, my own blood rushing, rushing to yes, to yes, to yessss...