While Time Holds Promise
I was there again the other night,
sweet memory, breathing in ceremony.
Vivid are the eyes of passion
wild temptation, drawn curtains,
the nervous notion of this being our time,
we have known,
we chose each other to explore desire.
I was there again imagining her,
soft touch, the sweet treat of love,
a quiet interlude where a trace
would arouse my mind,
laying together, choosing each other,
watching our world begin
to intertwine sweet magic we would
practice such passions
often remind fantasy.
I was there tonight with eyes open,
searching for her eyes,
in recall of the strength of our reach,
we did touch the world within our time.