Hold Back
©1997 by Skya Wode

After the passion is spent...
I hold you in my arms...
I am drawn into your beautiful eyes
now filling with tears...tears of joy...
tears of happy...tears of love...
That soft smile that now plays across
your lips tells me of your fulfillment...
(As if I hadn't already known from
the unorchestrated music
that came from within the depths of your being!)
My heart swells with love for you...
That love bursts through and nearly cuts off
the flow of blood to my brain...
the breath from my lungs...
and leaves a boulder lodged tight in my throat...
I gently brush your lips, you neck, your cheeks,
your nose, your brow with my lips...
As your eyes unwillingly close,
I lie beside you and watch sleep overtake you...
Your breathing calms and I watch
the gentle rise and fall of your lovely breasts,
as the smile remains on your lips...
I hold back my tears as
I try to hold back the dawn...
Knowing all too well what the
coming of the sun will mean...
The uncaring dawn will rip you from my arms
and will fling us both apart
for Goddess knows how long.
I pray for Kronos to turn back
and repeat this time with you
over and over again...
but
as the last prayer is uttered from my lips...
the first rays of the sun peek thru the trees
choking my words with a silent sob...