157. Defenseless
Time for she and I to mix is less than half a day, More time seen from the Sun and Moon's pirouette. Not until the weeks end may we dine at a full table. Her cheeks puffed from the call of duty. "May I offer you a bed in my tomfoolery?" Not once a judge came to interject why. Her knees fall from running from today's quake, "Allow my hand onto yours to find ground" As I carry her to rest by the lake. Her fingers sleep between mine, Reminding me I needn't be so shy. She takes course without sound. Soothed afresh by being reciprocated in kind, I'm wrapped together by her kiss as I lay With a taste leaving me vulnerable.