Brother or Lover

         Guitar strums, crashing waves on a broken shoreline,
         midnight.
         Mixing giggles, voices,
         his and hers
         in unison, rising.


         You teach me how to play the song.
         Like my brother would.
         With the kind of friendly caring,
         the kind of teasing my brother would have.
         It matters not, in that moment,
         I am a woman,
         You are a man.

         Brother or Lover?

         Moving closer
         you press your fingers on mine,
         against the warm wood, the cool metal
         guitar neck, strings.
         Catching a flash of your bright, blue eyes,
         the sun's reflection on top of an ocean swell.
         I look away,
         down at our fingers pressed together.
         Feeling that familiar tingling,
         The electricity that happens when we touch.


         Brother or Lover?


         Can I stop the memory,
         of the tenderness you gave my breasts?
         Treating them like precious, fragile art.
         Tiny, gentle kisses, all the way around each one.

         Brother or Lover?


         Philosophize, analyze,
         Laugh.
         Sit back
         watch a movie,
         just like I would with my brother.

         
         Cool, refreshing,
         first big splash of the rising tide,
         pushing it's way onto my bare feet
         over heated from the summer's burning sand.


         Brother or Lover?


         Lingering on my neck,
         the places where you bit down,
         sucked on for hours,
         hours,
         the first time.
         Sucking nectar from a rare, delicious fruit.
         Wanting my very essence,
         to taste my blood on your lips.

         Brother or Lover?


         Relaxing in embrace of casual nature,
         waiting for the tide to rise.
         Waiting for that one glance,
         when eyes meet,
         I see the way you look at me.
         I am a woman,
         You are a man.


         Lover, not Brother.


         Wrap my arms around you,
         you fall into my lap, stroking your hair.
         Smooth, shiny, black, spread out on my thighs,
         the distant ocean,
         rippling where the waves pulse.


         So quietly now,
         call of far off seagulls,
         steady rhythm,
         waves on a peaceful sea,
         my mind whispers the question over...


         Lover not Brother?