Do you hear bells?
Your words escaped with a gentle urgency.
Our bodies glistening in the soft light.
I heard no bells.
I stopped and strained to hear anything over my quickened breath.
Over the roar of our passion burning hot,
I tried so hard to hear the bells over the battle drum that was my heart.
Boom boom boom.
But no bells.
I try again and strain my ears, struggling to hear the faintest ring.
Yet No bells.
I hear bells! you say with a passionate excitment.
I look up into you face.
My mind and body lost in a fog.
I feel myself begin to smile.
I see the way you glow.
As a smile slowly appears upon your face,
As my hand runs absently across your skin ,
I try again to hear the bells,
But no bells.
That night as I lay in bed alone,
Sleepless, My thoughts stuck on you
Your taste, your touch, the soft caress of your voice,
No bells.
I think back to the way you looked when you first asked "do you hear bells?"
The way you looked so excited, so awe struck, so beautiful,
That thought, that memory, hanging on as my eyes finally start to close.
And As I fall into a gentle sleep
I realize I can hear the bells.