Our Last Night

For Timothy Lee, the Best of Me Since our first night, I have dreaded the last, thus my passion tightly fashioned clasp. You are my one safe harbor, my refuge, my cure for stress overload and pressed blues. No matter any day’s shatter and stews, at night I am consoled right beside you where your skin soothes me secure again and our wrapped limbs re-thread joy’s ends. Some tomorrow’s sorrowful horizon scripts our final intermixed, heart snuggle. I cannot help but hope that it is me who first dies and avoids solitude's struggles. Our bed of blessed satisfaction defined, would uncover woe for the rest of time. Come the end of nights molding with you, comes the end of our love's active value. ... CayCay Jennings November 29, 2018