September’s Harvest
Love made
to warm the bite
of an early January morning.
The silence of the violet night
adorned with the light that
tiptoes along the warmth of
the walls sprinkled with
their story, their hands
search each other looking
for worlds previously
undiscovered. Vowing to learn the land
marks by heart, he kisses
you’re beautiful along her
ear, I want you
tickles her neck, I’m sorry
(for every wrong you’ve ever known) traces her breasts
he breathes
I love you into her mouth.
She returns it exhaling
secrets and shame she hides
beneath her breaths.
Every unanswered prayer and misplaced
kiss he promises not to make
the same mistakes
his father made.
They meet
eyes I love you still
rising and falling from
chest to chest
together wondering
What type of harvest will September bring?