The Elephant Under the Table...

...is not Snuffy, Babar, or Dumbo.

Wish it could be so simple--wish we could have been so simple. Complications, our pasts, pain, hurt,  responsibility, withholds, and anger got in the way of something that had potential.

I listen to your voice, your compliments, and realize the sincerity. For once I'm not looking for an ulterior motive and accept the words at face-value.

That's a step. 

"Any man who could lay next to you and not want to make love to you all night needs glasses or a shrink."

I think of past nights of little to no sleep, of passion so raw that tears came to my eyes when all was said and done.  I remember nudging you in the night, purposely moving to rekindle your desire.  I think of your pager's grating buzz that roused us both from sleep.  I picture you smiling, turning to me after reading the LCD screen, "Well, since we're up..."   If only these moments would have lasted.

We could never deny the attraction, the fit, the click.  Never a moment of awkwardness between us--that's what really frightened me.  

Our chemistry was overwhelming.  Intimacy wasn't the problem--the elephants under the table were.