Laying entwinned in one another’s tender embrace
In a caliginous room
Enveloped by a heady smell of vanilla coming from within a burner
An irenic scene to a witness’s eye.
But above those cotton threaded ruffled sheets
A melancholy feeling was gripping and unfolding
Those involved in a love affair of metanoia
Maybe about to take a bow.
Sometimes, the truth can be a bitter pill to swallow
Unlike the heavenly ecstasy tasting sweets
And wintery nights filled of love stricken stoked romance.
Back when life made sense.
A confession of growing discontent
Coupled with a fear of losing control brewing but
A stream of passionate love and feelings of elation ensues.
I cherish this feeling.
The feeling of being curled up in your arms
Our fingers entwined as we catch our breath and smile
A sad but satiated smile in our little bubble.
But it is at these times I feel at peace with you.
And even though we have been rocked
I smile because you are in my heart and in this moment, we are still
One.
Quixotically Perfect 