Open to the Possibility

I’m open to the possibility

That this time slipping

Past my fingertips

Was never mine to hold;

 

That these sweet tasting words

Will sour once this ripe love

Has fallen from the vine;

 

That the stars will dim,

And the moon will wane,

And this electric rush

Will fizzle and fade

As days wear on.

 

But with you soft against me,

Flame to flame,

Breath to breath,

Heart beating the same

staccato pulse as mine,

I’m willing to take that chance.

Posted at ABC Wednesday and Poetry Pantry