Deborah Downes (January 25 1952 / Bronx New York)

As I bask in the aftermath of our love, the first tendrils of doubt insinuate my thoughts
so recently filled with elation.

Ever subtly, they take hold of my heart and wrest it from its safe harbor
in the warmth of your arms.

Where just moments before I rested safe, secure, and serene, released from the cares of my day, if only fleetingly.

Where only moments before, I could not have been more content. So fragile are these feelings, yet so strong is my love for you.

The strength of my emotion overpowers all reason, and leaves me awestruck
unbelieving that I could soar to such heights.

And as I stand on the pinnacle of my wonder, I falter.....
My breath catches sharply in my chest when I see how far I might fall
compelling me to ask….

But do you still love me?