Season of Change

Cross breezes mix warm Indian summer
with cool air from the spinning ceiling fan.
On her bed, stripped naked, she relaxes,
lets her eyes focus on the blur of blades.

Her breath becomes shallow, breasts barely move
with each in- and exhalation, lips part
ready for a lover’s intimate kiss –
unexpected want shivers across her,
eyes flutter shut, blocking out the sunlight
filtering through curtains – she is alone
in fantasy, welcomes these desires.

Everyday noises – children, traffic, trains –
a symphony plays behind her pleasure.

The season of change reaches out – touches.