Stop.
Listen.

Do you hear the sound
of desire raging uncontrolled?
Pulsing blood,
racing heart,
the heat of your flesh
against my soft surrender.

Do you steal furtive kisses
when my eyes are closed
and slumber cradles me
in its adulterous arms?

 Stop.
Listen.

Do you hear it—
the sound of deep, abiding commitment?
Ageless as a primeval forest,
scented crisp as an autumn day.
Do you see the colors when you close your eyes—
gold, crimson, rust and ocher—
the colors of choosing eternity
with me?

 Stop.
Listen.
Do you hear me loving you?

©2008 Sharon Gerlach