Smoulders

A poem on lasting love basking in the comfort of familiarity

Hold my hand
Like you hold your thoughts
Clutching my fingers
Loose at our palms
Glide your fingers
Through my own
Our knuckles dancing
With languid love
Run your thumb
Along my wrist
Tracing the words
Unspoken between us
My pulse fluttering
With every caress
Like a teenager
Crazed by hormones
Let us lay here
In a stupor of comfort
We earned this peace
Through love's war
The battles have ended
Our truce signed
Hearts blood long dried
On the pages
The history has wrought
Our loves very foundation
Tested by time passed
Bound by obstinance

The fires burn deep
They do not consume us
Smouldering beneath
They warm us still
Leaving us content
To hold our hands
In friendship first
Forged by flames
My spine tingles
As your I feel you move
Your kiss hot
Upon my neck