So, as we sit in a darkened room in the midst of a midwinters eve
Our bodies shrouded by towels and robes, akin to a comfort and delight that we had yet to experience together
And we talk frankly about chasing dreams and following our hearts desires
Of romance and emotions and how our feelings had previously impeded our efforts of happiness.
You sigh as you sit your glass down on the lacquered white floorboards and run your fingers through your greying hair.
This has not been easy; but I couldn’t keep away, you bewitch and entice me, you proclaim in a hushed voice, laying your head into my lap.
From nowhere, a singular tear formed and rolled down my cheek.
I capture it without you noticing but I know I am damned, as the emotions start to fight within.
It had been a long couple of months without you and seeing you here
Is a heavenly divine
But one with a double edged blade, as you aren’t mine.
With that thought
That singular tear multiplied and can no longer be hidden from your view
In a flurry of motion, I am cradled within your arms and snuggled into your chest
As you refuse to let me go, despite my insistance
That I am alright.
And it was this night
That our emotions danced with our souls whilst baring our truths.
But in agreement, amongst the nectar filled refreshments and the taste of honey on our lips, with fabrics draped over our skin, covering our modesty; we know that this place of sated bliss can lose its familiarity with the powerful impulses of reckless love.
Quixotically Perfect 