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And now it’s me.

I made the sweetest tasting mistake.

The preaching.

The praying.

The avoidance.

Nothing could stop me from touching

Tonight.

I wanted to.

I knew it was wrong.

I knew we’d hurt someone

Although it was over long ago.

We had a choice.

We laid in bed.

We only touched.

Nothing more.

Emotions took

Place of our hands

And our imaginations

Ran away

With our touch,

With our hands,

With our reason,

And we touched.

Nothing more.

I didn’t feel your soul.

I didn’t feel your lips.

My fingers did not wander.

But I felt your breath

Take my breath away

While our faces contemplated

Too closely at all,

If what we were doing

Was wrong.

Was it?

Is there an inch of love

We can recuperate from

This night?

Can we be forgiven by

Touching the forbidden

And longing for

A brighter song?

For having a heavy and tender touch

Full of emotions ripped right from

The soul?

How much time do I

Have to wait to be

Your love?

Will you do the same

With someone else?

Or was it not wrong enough

To think that this could

Happen to us as well?

I will wait for now.

I want to.

I want to see

After time goes by,

And the gods forget

That we shouldn’t have,

What happens when

They realize

That we had wanted to do it

For longer than one night.

Now we just lean back,

Waiting for the forgiveness that

Our sweet and sensual mistake

Deserves and see, if one day,

The universe pulls us together again.

Patience, dear friend.

©2012 Cassandra Huidobro