Choosing Forever Poem by Beverley Katherine

The one loved more couldn't hold still; she moved with silent steps on the hill she shared with me.

It was our place; the light was our light, the grass we owned and never cut was infinitely ours.

She turned to me as we sat on the grass (I caught my breath at the beauty of her skin, her lips, the line of her jaw) and the one loved more smiled and told me how badly she wanted forever.

I kissed her. A kiss that blossomed like the endless green and white around us, one that tasted sweet and lukewarm and like the uncut grass around our naked ankles.

It was then I asked her if she thought forever was a time, a stretch of perfect seconds that fit into perfect minutes and hours.

She nodded and kissed my hair, and even the butterflies could not hold still at her touch; nor the wind, or rain, or sea, or storm, but I made them pause as I replied.

'Forever is this grass, the hill and our lives.'
and the heavens opened and there was rain, a sweet and dazzling way to begin another little blissful piece of forever.