Bells and Other Sorrows, VII

VII.

Love for us is a mosaic
of scattered moments
pressed into the clay of time.

Another May. A different year.

In sorrow and pleasure
I hold you
and let you feel the curve
of the bell you yourself
wrapped with ribbon
around my heart
You are gentle
in your exploration.

In sorrow and pleasure
I hold you
and know that I must let you go
again

Kisses are never so sweet
when they may be the last