This Place Poem by Becca Bell

There's a place for us
That no one else can enter
It's a secret that holds non,
Because it's all our own;
The most personal and quintessential experience
Created and fed by the beauty, peace, and complete understanding.
This place we came to,
We are given the illusion that we are one
And we are, metaphorically
But sweetie, it takes two to tango
And we danced all night long
For a minute, I know you
I'm reading you for once,
Every pore, every thought, every fear
That smirk upon your face
I love you more
I'm filled with breathless contentment
Your face is lined with adorable, boyish excitement
Whisper, whisper, little boy
Shhhh, hush now
Speak no words but of the present thing
All promises, should I appear too vague,
Are kept and committed
No, there are no lies
No turning back
We lack all polite and formal resignation here;
For time is precious and dreadfully unforgiving
Tick-tock 'til the sunrise comes
And then being lonely is our only crime
Until then, I won't apologize for the memory of our lovely wickedness