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.