My Confession for One Shot Wednesday

For the next 15 minutes my phone will be off as I prepare my offering for this weeks Oneshotwednesday at OneStopPoetry.  I have missed some great prompts this week as the result of the real world having the nerve to invade on the only peace I find, and new writing has been limited.  So...as I head out to show another house, I hope you will enjoy my latest confession. :)

Confession

You drove us down that lonely road

Air thick with anticipation

Lines firmly drawn were about to cross

With a summer's eve conversation.

The crickets sang a serenade

And a fence to block the view

Of others who may cross our path

But it was only me and you.

So close, your scent, it tantalized

But did little to quiet fears

Forsaking what was held on to dearly

Cherished for all these years

You spoke sweet words to comfort me

Allowing me to trust

In gentle whispers you promised me

That you never meant to rush.

Your mother's quilt became our bed

It made me feel so bad

You laughed out loud and shoulders shrugged

It was the only thing you had.

Your lips brushed mine and I awoke inside

Asking for your touch

Breathing heavy you grabbed my hands

Surrendering to lust

No witnesses were there to see

No one to tell the tale

The secret to our grave would go

No confession behind my veil.

Natasha Head ~2011