sacrosanct

 

 

what if today was the last day

 

and then it was all over

 

 

no more water in the ocean

 

no more plovers flying overhead

 

 

no more sunrises

 

or grasshoppers or

 

violet in the rainbow

 

 

and we never got a chance

 

to kiss

 

 

what if the last wind

 

blew on the last desert flower

 

 

wouldn't we be wrong

 

to miss that moment

 

and say good-bye to all those

 

things with

 

 

the feeling of forever

 

held between two people

 

 

with soft lips and

 

strawberry tongues

 

searching for

 

unspoken words--

 

 

what if the storm was over

 

and would never return

 

 

if spiders wrapped themselves

 

in their own webs and waited

 

for death

 

 

if magic held no

 

secrets any more

 

 

wouldn't that kiss

 

taste like cherries

 

in winter?

 

 

wouldn't that kiss be

 

blossoms and wine?

 

 

melon and honey?

 

 

laughter under

 

oak where initials

 

carved in wood

 

spell our names?

 

 

it's so quiet now

 

and i am thinking of you

 

 

thinking of warmth

 

 

i am thinking of

 

soft hair on your neck

 

 

the sound of your breath

 

 

your eyes

 

capturing the starlight

 

 

thinking of whispering,

 

take me there with you

 

 

take me

 

to the end

 

and after

 

 

one kiss

 

just one

 

 

before the darkness comes

 

 

-- miller