Screened love

The porch step, rugged against my lotioned palm.
My pinky inching to be one centimeter closer.
The moon glistening above us, showered light.
Rays from stars twinkling in your hazel eyes.

One word spoken too late, then silence fell.
Nothing to be heard but crickets and breathing.
Our eyes met, then parted for a second wind.
Once reconnected the street light flickered.

Shallow breaths escaping from wanting lips.
I want no more then to be with you.
Leaning closer to feel the joyous explosion of love.
Only to be interrupted by screen doors opening.