A Lovers' Quarrel

The sweet fragrance
of honeysuckle
hangs in the air. all
around is peace.
In my lovers arms
I feel safe, serene.
This moment
catches us unaware.
Moments ago...tense, angry
words filled this space.
In our madness,
we forgot our love.
Teary eyes
meet mirrors in mine.
Fearfully anxious,
afraid for the future.
Your gentle hands caress me,
and lift my face to yours.
Asking forgiveness,
looking for hope.
I huddle closer
sighing into warm arms.
Knowing this moment
may not last.
We breathe in precious
honeysuckle air.

            

Kay Ekwall ©