Christening The Basement

You lead me down to the depths of the basement balanced precariously on heels not meant to manoeuvre such twists & turns you reach your hand back hold me delicately by the fingertips controlling me with such tenderness casting a quick glance every now & then to ensure I haven’t evaporated Or gone out like a candle. “I’m still here! ” I reiterate Stepping into darkness and hoping there’s another stair. Your hair flicking from side to side. finally we arrive. We stand in utter darkness until our eyes accustom to it. “Let’s not turn the light on! ” “Why are we here! ” I enquire. “This is the only room in the house we haven’t…made love in! ” You whisper as if it’s Friday the 13th. “And.? ” I joke as if don’t know what ...is coming next! And so (half scared to death) We make love waiting for Jason or Freddie to jump out on us but they never come. Only us. Only us.