Head spinning,
heart sinking,
mouth dry,
I asked him.
Fearing not just refusal,
but also consequences.
Never daring
To hope.
Knowing,
that i have no right.
Waters splashed around us,
the darkness waited.
Had I actually asked?
"Of course"
I thought
he whispered.
Speechless,
I reached out
and picked up
his palm.
What if
I had only imagined
his acquiesce?
Would he
shake off
my touch
in shock
and disgust?
But his hand stayed
cradled within my palms.
Soft,
small.
I was careful
not to hold
too tight.
I could feel
the touch
of my precious gift.
and I cherished
the moment
while it lasted.
and i didn't think
of tomorrow
or yesterday.
Of right
or wrong
of love
or pain.
I only felt
his hand
touching mine
his skin
touching mine.
I only wished
that these minutes
would last
till I ran out of breath.
But the moment,
indifferent as ever,
blundered on
with its treasured cargo.
And he,
following it,
walked on after a few moments,
tossing
my hand aside.