What if it should happen;

what if in the middle of the field as the sky dimmed

our hands slipped naturally - fell each to the other and held,

would you then be bold enough to take it; or would that ambivalence abound

The stall that keeps us forever out of gear, never even coasting –

We two remain motionless listening to the chime of bells,

the both of us wanting, always wanting,

some Tarot card reversed that shows the Lovers fall and their mountain

It once seemed so scalable, now becomes such obstacle.

What would that kiss taste like?

Soft and mellow – a butter-cream passion

honeyed, sticky lipped, tongue twist, and lip-licked.

We each draw the in other.

I see this; I know this. It is your unspoken birthday gift;

tacit, understood. A secret it whispers only Shhhhhh…