There you stood
Next to me
Sizing me up with your turquoise eyes
Was I sincere?

I took you to my bed
We lay in close communion
Quiet words not even needed
We both knew the truth

Who we were
What we were doing here
What the future held for us
Where for each of us, our own peace lay.

I held your hand
And listened to you breathe
Your beard tickled my forehead
As your chest rose and fell

Forsaking all others
We melded into one
Entangled in a golden tapestry
Forever holding us together.

By Deborah E. Dayen