We Kissed At the Throat of Forever

Sequined, black curtains 
closed the distance day allowed 
and moon drops traced my secret smile.
I could sense the mutual comfort 
within our bottled span of darkness,
and yet an uncanny restlessness
crowded us closer.

Our hands tangled, 
unwittingly channeling one another,
weaving magic 
through shadows and sparse moonbeams
where fluttering silver threads
spared glimpses of unspoken inquiries; 
leaving enigmatic riddles of romance
and silent questions and answers in expressions
that never really revealed enough 
to extinguish the mystery of the night.

Dew damp grass tickled our toes,
whispering something amongst the blades
as if gossiping about you and me 
and wayward branches wagged fingers
scolding us as midnight trespassers.

We spoke so little that I wonder 
if you too were afraid that words 
might shatter our bottle
allowing the moment to escape.
After all, 
few nights unravel quite so perfectly
into perfect confection 
of confusion and caprice poured
into a moment’s space.

And yet the bottle burst;
there She was, 
The Mistress of the Night 
sitting regally in full celestial splendor,
waxen and confident in her right to rein,
a lone pearl 
at the throat of forever.

It was her right to tear away the darkness
and gift us the shadows 
that fused our embrace,
our lips, 
our thoughts
and bridged two mesmerized souls
at the throat of forever.

Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2007

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