I told you from the beginning,
you would only have to tell me,
tell me once-
and perhaps it was, as you said-
and nothing more.
Kisses, deep in hunger, lasting minutes,
tasting of hours.
Sharing sensual intimacy- vulnerable
in the darkness of our desires-
The flavor of passion captured
between frenzied lips- searching for that perfect instant
when needs would not be denied, and I would- carry you
to that plateau of incessant writhing- which demands,
then explodes, as light given sudden unto darkness,
inside you- blindingly, where nothing is withheld
and aftermath is breathlessness.
All this; to hold one another without fear, without feign.
You can say it was only sex-
that you did not- love me-
that you do not now
and you are happy.
Say this; and no longer
will I challenge you to feel the truth inside.
Say it loud- Loud enough for both our hearts to hear
and I will let you go.
Or tell me, tell me once-
SS Matthews 2008