Sweeter For the Hour

Poem

Sweeter For the Hour

04/25/11

 

Our love may be late

But is sweeter for the hour

Having bloomed beyond pain

And having experienced heavier than showers.

We are bound to know more, evermore.

I bare myself to you,

My being yours to explore and consume,

And upon consuming, experience rapture.

I hear you upon the wind

Whispering breezes of skin.

You fill my senses,

And I begin to unravel and ache.

As brush to pallet, and pallet to plate,

I quake to meet my shore - Dear Shy -

True colors of and to my life,

Not to be forsaken.

I love you, Baby, I do and will,

Out of will and choice

With all that is me:

My possessions, my creativity,

My passions, my spirit,

My heart, my soul, my voice,

My desire - as fire, or fan to your fire,

Incredibly.

And when the day is done

And seeming too good to be true,

I wrap it up in light for you - a ray.

We know just what to do:

We do it all again -

Two blooms whose love glows softly,

Sweeter for the hour,

Knowing what they've gained!