in stone or in sand?

… and in one day life changed

when you

touched my caged heart

and breathed for me.

So I took a chance,

together we opened  the door,

Overwhelmed

by your gentleness,

your affection,

the butter soft skin

and that Smile…

we soared

higher

 ‘etched in stone or scratched in the sand’

entwined, hopeful…

When you left,

the air became stale,

tinged

with a torrent of hurt

I, respectful of your choices

and  needs,

lay still,

lungs  bursting,

my loins weep

and long for you

an ache that burns through my day

and my skin stings

where your fingers once

aroused and soothed,

your lips, enflamed,

your words

filled me with laughter

and

 fulfilled me with love

and hope.

And now,

our love ,

 suspended

l miss your blue, blue eyes,

I still see their sadness,

I want to drain them of your doubts and guilt,

and fill them with belief

whilst I am left sitting

on the sharp edge of pain…

but yet,

still,  I believe