Before the passion in me dies,

while I can still breathe and inhale

the sweetness of jasmine in spring and

feel the ocean pouring between my toes,

I want to stand in the small gulf of your arms

and know heaven in my soul.

I want to feel your warm skin pressed

against mine and breathe together in time.

 

And when I’m looking off into forever,

your adoring kisses at my neck

will to my senses bring me back.

With just a look you heal me—

you love me, and I am made whole.

 

So for this, while I live,

while we have this briefest encounter in time without end,

while the fire burns still within our souls,

and before the smoldering turns cold,

I will look in your eyes at this moment in time

and let myself be loved by you again and again.

 

Shoshana Wolfington