Reverse

Let me tell this story backwards, 

phone ringing, eleven twenty seven in the morning, slowly walking backwards creeping into the room, the door closes, striking a pose of regrets, lights turn on in the room, tracing steps back to the washroom, face towl dry then wet by the water in the faucet, spitting back into my mouth the mouth wash mix, close the water faucet, like rewinding the vcr set, belt unbuckling, polo shirt unbuttoning, pants dropping, back to bed, eyes shut, reverse the time to 3 am, here I am, on top of her, hard like a battering ram, from one pose to another, reverse back to missionary, on her back laying breathing heavily, visionary, shouts of climax goes back into my mouth, sperm jumps back into my sac, condom returns to the pack, undo the kiss, undo the tongue, polishing the gums, gum flies on the floor back to her mouth, whispers backwards "wait can't I, yours am I", puts her bra back on her chest, walking backwards facing the light forms a silhouette, from the bed she pushes me forward back to her arms, puts on her charm necklace, hurriedly clothes attach back with pace, pick up the key card on the floor, walk out the door into the hallway walking, back down the stairs, back to the cab, back to the club, back to the first wink, before the first dance, before the first drink, before the music's trance, before we said hello, it was at that moment, our eyes met and our souls let go.