I’m sorry I must say that I can’t have
Your hot breath hovering above my heart,
roaming kisses from collarbone to breastbone;
Neither can you have my hand upon your
Chest and waist and back and thigh.
Searing moments so sweet, so bitter
So regretfully curious and destructive:
Moments that must stop.
But how can we stop what we’ve begun
And end our thoughts and memories?
God, grant us strength to shy away
Patience and peace to stay away
So we might pause
And perhaps resume one day.