barbara ann smith

Cross Bridges of Smoldering Ashes

Shafts of light shines through the window.
His dark hair and beard blazes a tinge of ginger-red.
White, whites, greet me,
I search round brown eyes sit in hollow shells.
What's hidden within?
His standoffish detachment plays me.
Who's this man I know nothing about?
We're fevered lovers and a promise waits.

Secrets hide-out in the creases
of our sheets and under the table cloth.
I ache to shake the unknowns out
and to expose the hidden mysteries.
To cross the bridges of smoldering ashes
and to find the true person sharing my life.
To celebrate a rebirth beyond
the enticements of our steamy nights.