The Question

The Question

Warm water bordering hot

Fills the tub

As she sits between his thighs.

She’s reticent.

In the moment she recalls,

Love is perhaps

The most fleeting of

Emotions;

The most fickle

Spilling from his lips.

He kisses her shoulder once

And she slides down his stomach,

Passion gives her confidence.

Maybe he’s changed.

She comes back up for air

And another kiss as she

Twists her body towards him.

Do you love me?

She’s waiting for him to admit.

That’s not what this is about,

What we have transcends love.

He smiles and bathes her arm

Cloth in hand. She sits,

defeated and hopeful

That next time he won’t dodge

The question.