Her name speaks beauty. Part II.

That was months past.

We’ve found that we’re worth more than fear.

Worth all these years. Every whispered wish.

Longings laid in lines. Deferred. Declined.

A mouthful of hot honey lemon, savoured savoury chocolate bittersweet, heady and sultry.

Love sure leads strong to steady.

Ready.

Set.

Go.

Walking isn’t the easiest thing when you’re used to running. It’s in writing this that I find my heart thumping, grin on my face curling, remembering,

“Walk, don’t run.” I don’t blurt out your name like the first time speaking on stage, praying for words to make their way, eject at haste-

It’s a taste to savour.

It says, “I’m here now, and if you’ll let me, longer.”

It’s young, and sometimes tentative still.

I know I’m not alone in that, when we speak in hugs overlong and unintentionally tight grasps, the reluctance when I park in front of your family’s flat.

Worth is worth so much more when you’ve gone without in past.

That there’s a name I can call, when I whisper, speaking all I have?

Her name speaks Beauty.

Let that be that.