“I can’t see us walking off into the sunset together,” he once said
when I demanded to know,
to understand,
why he was so persistent to keep me at bay.
I lay on the rumpled pillow facing him,
recovering from the intensity of love,
gazing into his gold-green eyes –
those eyes like stained-glass windows
illuminating a prismatic soul,
leaving me with the sensation of free-falling,
too soon to hit the ground –
And I reached out to caress his scalp
and touch the light stubble on his