Our Choices

At the overlapping of two circles, past and present,
we find, once again, young desires for the most secret pleasures.    
To make a choice in these affairs is no casual act.  
 
I chose to take your outstretched hand.  
You chose to step toward your bedroom’s open door.  
We entered with intention as clothing naturally fell away.    
The only sounds were the clink of my belt buckle on your wooden floor  
and the hum of life as your children played outside.  
 
As curious adolescents, or desires brought simple pleasures,  
but we’re older now with broken marriages to prove it.  
 
Your still-soft hands led me here where we now stand naked,  
unsure of our futures,  
but willing to forgive our pasts.  
 
You reach down for my hand and raise it to your breast.  
I tremble and glance at the curtained window as skin touches skin.  
My hand warms against your raging fire.  
I bend to taste the heat that nurtured the loud lives just outside your window.  
I caress the place where those lives were formed from past passions, pleasures, and love.  
 
Our choices have been made.  
Our futures are charted before us.  
Your smile says, “Let us begin.”