Melted

She had a moment of clairvoyance,

The second before, and she knew

This could be the beginning of her new life.

He reached for her, drew her in,

Circling one strong arm firmly about her waist.

She felt small, petite, there, in that hold.

He slid his right hand up along her neck,

Cupping her face, holding her

As if she was delicate crystal, precious.

Their breathing synchronized,

And he tilted her face up to his.

His lips touched hers, and flitted away,

Then raced towards her again.

Her breath became his,

And his breath was hers.

She was warm, and flushed,

And in fact, she was melted.

Catherine Schmidt