Laybrinth

He wraps his arms around her waist She turns her head to take a taste Her hair is still short from the radiation He does not care, he has patience Loved her then, now loves her even more Loves her down to his bones, his very core She turns around and straddles him She smiles, no longer timid Three whole years, each day a gift When they remember, they tighten their grip Too young to be in love Too young to know what Death could have done. He threads his fingers through her hair Pulls her closer, chest to chest, bare Patience is the hardest labor Their first time did they savor.