Firelight flickers across your skin
tracing all the places where
recently my fingers have been.
In this moment it would appear
that whispering three words
is the only thing that I fear.
What if you were to actually hear
what my heart screams so loudly
but my mind finds so unclear?
Is it still possible this is a sin,
could it last forever if we let it
or should we have never let it begin?
© Autumn Siders 2016
