Adjusting the Volume


An ordinary morning turns extra-

ordinary when, while driving to work,

I recall a touch, a comment, the scent

of cologne. Traffic noises dim beneath

the song on the radio – I haven’t

adjusted the volume outside my head.  


Palms sweat the steering wheel; I feel the pull

in my belly, the sensation washes

through me – your hand on my thigh, quips about

sexy legs as you push my skirt higher,

you’ll distract the driver, I say, not nice.

Banter fills the emptiness between us,

punctuated by laughter, I love you,

and then – silence falls – and I am alone.



© Siobhan