Shall We, Beloved?

Shall we linger over this, beloved?

Linger over the chaste embraces?

Over shy and tender smiles?

Over innocent touch?

Shall we linger?

 

Shall we pause to savor this, beloved?

Pause to savor those tentative caresses?

To savor delicate kisses?

To savor quiet requests?

Shall we savor?

 

Shall we move on from this, beloved?

Move on to more confident suggestions?

To less conservative touch?

To asking eyes?

Shall we move?

 

Shall we enhance this, beloved?

Enhance to fire-filled demanding gazes?

To less pure ideas?

To rougher hands?

Shall we enhance?

 

Shall we end this, beloved?

End with the harshest of actions?

With obscene words?

With illegal touch?

Shall we end?

 

Shall we pass over this, beloved?

Pass over these hidden violences?

Over undeserved pain?

Over our history?

Shall we pass?

 

Shall we remember this, beloved?

Remember the real feelings we shared?

The real hopes?

The real love?

Shall we remember?

 

Shall we linger?

Shall we savor?

Shall we move?

Shall we enhance?

Shall we end?

Shall we pass?

Shall we remember?

 

You may decide, beloved.

You may decide.