Breathe.
He is in me when he promises again,
And I love you.
Did it hurt?
Can I keep going?
He waits
for my answer.
“Not too much.
And yes.”
He starts to move.
Slowly at first.
Rhythmically.
I follow his lead and together
we move faster.
Into the tornado.
Rocked by an
apple-scented
maelstrom,
skin to skin
with the person I love, every vestige
of doubt vanishes
in white-hot bolts
of lightning.
No pain now.
No sense
of wrong.
Everything is perfect.
WE LIE TOGETHER, SILENT
For a while, legs knotted,
his fingers twisted in my hair.