After Swim

Two towels- labeled his and hers…

A miracle of love occurs

As we do drop them, one by one-

The time of us at last begun.

We dance, as slow as dances get-

Without those towels, dripping wet-

With droplets from the pool, and tears-

We’ve waited for this love for years.

My trembling hand across your spine-

You hold it calm with love Divine,

Our arms around each other- crush-

But still so slow, we will not rush.

Not this, for all the time we waited-

Kiss- so long anticipated-

Gentle sounds, our bodies singing-

Wondrous gifts our love is bringing.

Thought we’d never see this day-

But knew that it would be this way-

With breathless whispers, “I love you,”

And knowing this is what we do.

Into the bed, our love descending-

How about a happy ending?

Yet we’re lost in giddy grins-

This is just how it begins.

John H. Bidwell