The time of longing between feeling love
and that first touch is well worth the wait.
Even when you don’t know how
much longer you can take
– such aching inside –
Does she feel the same?
How can this be?
No lies here –
Your eyes meet,
each seeing the love
sparking the fire of passion wildly,
Breathing quickens, deepens,
Knowing the desire shared –
No longer alone in it.
The irises of her eyes widen –
No end to their depths –
Pulling you inside –
Oh god –
Her love mirroring yours –
Needing, knowing, feeling such yearning –
Both reaching, both finding –
The love sweeps you along –
Hearts melting, fires burning –
Like a dance, the circle of balance
Turning over and over, spinning,
Flowing one into the other
And back again.
Wanted and wanter,
Desired and desirer,
Loved and lover.
Not just one, but together –
Not just me, but you –
I am not ready to commit myself to a lifetime,
You told me quietly.
Yet I want to wrap my love around you throughout this cold night,
While you hold me oh so tightly.
It’s all right – it doesn’t have to last longer than
The orange flicker of this candlelight.
Or we can go alone together
Where we hear the roar of the ocean,
Its midnight mist moistening our faces,
Salty brine inside and out,
While meteors shoot across the dark sky
Of this new moon,
No other light blocking our way,
And soon we smell the blossoms unfurling
Their flavor only in this quiet of night.
We can take this path to see where it will lead.
We can kiss until our hearts melt.
And for these hours you can be mine
While knowing I am yours.
We can take it one night at a time.
Electricity coming off you,
Sparkling like blue light,
Like an ethereal wine, shocking,
That, is what I’ve been missing
In this search of mine.
Settling is not even considered.
This is where love can become a drug.
And I’ve been that way before.
Ah, but that magic beginning.
Nothing can compare,
Where we glance and
Then dare to look -
Directly at each other.
Neither turns her eyes away
In fear or embarrassment.
That is a very good sign.
My god, the depths here.
I can’t see the bottom.
There is no bottom,
This could be a love of friendship,
A love of equals.
This could be the thrill of a lifetime.
So much potential
and we’ve yet to touch.
No needing to remind oneself
To stay in the Now.
When with you,
There is nothing but Now.
There is so much.
I can see that remembering to eat,
Could become a serious problem.
Do we care?
Not when we dare to share
This kind of love.
Bev Jo – March, 2011