At midnight,
Your hands gently stroke my face,
My seconds and minutes
Turn into hours as your right hand-
Stretches over me.
The only sound,
The ticking of my heart-
Breathless!
My time is in your hands.
Stop for a moment
Right there, yes there…
On the dot,
Just in time.
My alarm screams out!
Just before sunrise.
Perhaps love sets you in a churning motion,
In turbulent waves like the rolling ocean,
Starting on highs, dipping into heaving lows,
Compromising direction as the wind blows.
Perhaps love spins you a crescent moon,
An incomplete journey ending too soon.
Just as you were beginning to enjoy the ride,
The gravitational pull turned into a glide.
Perhaps the highs made you laugh and scream,
Consumed in burning flames, now just a dream.
A fireplace of ashes, long forgotten and cleaned,
A car,off tracks with reckless speed, it has careened.
Perhaps love has stayed the course in its frequent bumps
And its dips, leaving you with a heart that still thumps
Each time she kisses your lips and holds you up close.
Perhaps through rivers of time, your love still ardently flows.
Chevvy's diary 