April

It was cold for April
April can be that way
I didn’t mind

Seeing you blocked it all out
The way you looked at me
The want in your eyes

Returned with yearning in mine
As you touch my face
And put your arms around me

These moments together
Charged with electricity
Anticipation, excitement

The fires ignite
The passion burns
The weather no longer matters

Lost in the excitement
Lost in loving
Lost in each other

We are tucked away
Hiding from all
Consumed

The time spent passes quickly
We go our own way
For a very short time


Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.