The Lovers Journey
If they could, they would send a post card back in time,
So that they could find,
Each other sooner,
Exchange every wasted minute, every idle hour
For more of now,
And if it were allowed
He would give her and she would give him
The beginning of their beings,
Every first time,
Every last night,
Wrapped in silk and ribbons
But they are forgetting,
That the past is the only map they had to bring them here.
‘You and I would not have fallen in love at 15’,
She teases,
He laughs and agrees
‘We were not right … not then’.
Before they knew it, they grew,
The heel of his hand,
To fill the scoop of her back,
Her face to fit his neck,
Their limbs to tangle,
And their hips to dance,
That first sideways glance, told a story
Only the other understands.
Soon they found themselves,
Sharing secrets like they hadn’t been betrayed,
Loving like they’d never been left
Laughing like they didn’t need to breathe: –
Relieved, they lay quiet, collapsed
Shattered after climbing the mountains of the past,
Grateful to have met at all,
At last,
Still and silent,
They see all their tomorrows painted on the horizon,
Lingering,
Long like honeymoon kisses,
Glistening,
Fused like sunsets and sunrises.
The future and forever,
All there in the palm of their hands.
Fingers laced, a slow embrace,
A gentle nod
And with every moment anew,
They promise to say I do, over and over again
Woke on No sleep 