When Two Becomes One
Friday night arrives,
leaves me gasping for breath
as I try to compose myself
and answer the door.
Six foot two and dark brown hair
with doe brown eyes,
cleanly shaved and
the rest of him hidden
behind an armful of
the biggest most colorful
bunch of lilies I've seen and
a bottle of wine in the other.
He beams at me,
right eyebrow lifts as he greets me
best as he can with flowers in my back.
We pass through the kitchen
flowers placed aside in bowl of water,
glass of wine in hand,
as I finish.
I can feel his presence
warm against my neck
as he spins me around
to gaze into my eyes,
crushing my lips fervently.
Hands search deeper into my skin
pressing his longing towards me.
So long we have waited for this moment
a soldiers life taking him away from me
for months on end.
A powerful desire takes over
hurriedly he sweeps me off my feet
gathering my skirt
he makes me float on air.
Thumping heartbeats
vibrating against one another
as we mount the stairs to the bedroom.
He sets me back on my feet tenderly,
stroking my hair as if remembering,
burying his nose against my neck,
devouring its familiar fragrance,
he takes time to rediscover
familiar territory,
arousing his attention,
prepared to fulfill his role.
His duty to prepare for battle
to send his men in
to perform their duties
and get out as quickly as possible.
Allowing but one's entry
to safety, to ensure
humanity's existence as per orders.
Entwined together
our bodies fight for peace,
every emotion passes through us,
all those turbulent times
now surrendered,
misgivings forgotten,
months of love bundled
from two into one.
We create...
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