Lying in bed, warm,
Sated, limbs entwined, lovers,
Together outside
Time’s demands for the moment,
Living inside the bubble.
Enclosed, enraptured,
By this elemental thing
Created inside
The hearts of us both, in love,
Meaning, for now, everything.
The words, honey on
Our lips, licked away, unsaid,
Fearing to bring doubt
All into the open for
Hurt often finds its mark.
Scars before, behind,
Spark instant hesitation
This present figment
A potent whisper, unheard,
“I am yours, and you are mine!”
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
