It was in the full bodied witching hours
In the quietude of the house
– a cliched peace,
That we mulled over our history – both worldly and personal.
Your voice like incense for my ears and my derelict heart.
I am both enchanted and bewitched by you.
You proclaim the delectable elixir, in our glasses,
ambrosial,
– but alas it was merely gin.
As you sip, I think back to the moment we shared our first kiss.
The nobility in our souls and the flutter in our hearts.
I worried that I would destroy this beautiful harmony
with my confession,
that I never knew what such love was until you,
For you are my happiness in this and many moments.
You smirk at me as you run your fingers through your hair
almost as though you knew my thoughts.
Our hearts have been close a long time
and we both know we hold the power to please.
I often wondered what strong attachment it is, that draws me to you.
A moth to a flame –
addicted to the burn and the pain.
It verges on sadomasochistic.
Before too long, we give into our desires
and you pull me in close and place your lips upon mine.
– I can taste the nectar on them.
And a delicious pleasure,
our primal impulses is had then and there.
Entwined together in your arms and in bed we stay.
Until the slashes of red, orange and yellow
of the rising sun awakes us from our satisfied slumber.
And the brilliant blue sky signals
its time to start our day.
Quixotically Perfect 