Time floats where two naked souls meet.
There is no concern for
what should proceed nor should it.
I had dreamed of this moment
once or twice before,
but I could never imagine the
heavy air, our damp bodies
and that scent – that godly scent.
Now, a figure stands next to me,
Its tired breathing blends into mine
and I take it as my own such as
I know it to be.
My eyes roll to the ceiling, looking
for some truth among the fantasy.
Will I be lifted and taken away?
God knows this moment is too sweet
for a person like me.
Do I deserve this?
What makes me worthy?
Amid the contemplation of
my despair, her sweaty hand rubs its
fingers across my bare chest.
She kisses me on the cheek and these
questions –
they don’t seem so important now.