What if we gave in
to the urgent whispers of our souls
and pretended that the two of us were one
while holding each other like new
and anxious lovers?
What if we allowed our minds
to be consumed by thoughts of freedom
as we struggled to justify these feelings
that have crept inside our bones?
What if we brushed the past off our shoulders
and submitted to our destiny?
What if our lips touched
as we settled into our nakedness,
and love prevailed in spite of ourselves?
What if we did nothing at all, and the moment expired?