For a Season

(a poem)

Photo by Timothy Eberly on Unsplash

For a season?
    he’d said.

Meeting her gaze,
    holding it this time.

For a season.
    I won’t trap you in forever.

For a season,
    his words twinkled like chocolate stars,
    his face was the first she saw in the morning,
    his words the last she heard at night.

For a season,
    she struggled beneath him.
Open your eyes, he’d said.
She did and fell headfirst into his cool water.

For a season,
    he’d said.
For a season,
    she did.

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