What Might Have Been Poem by Red O'Mara

If you'd let me go that first time,
when you said we couldn't be,
I would never have warmed to your eyes in bed
or savoured your kisses
and the secret thrill of those behind your hair.
Never have felt the delight of breathing your breath.
Never have feasted on the woman of you,
your sweet wetness,
the wonder of your swelling against my lips.
Would never have gasped at the pleasure of your mouth and tongue.
Never have known the wonder within you,
cried out at the ultimate joy of you.
Or ever have relished the special closeness
of that sharing kiss.
And I would never have known
how long a week can be
and never have cherished your gift
of summertime
in autumn.