The White Box
by LateNiteFantasy©
She hands me the white box, so small it fits in my palm
I hold it and wonder how love can be stuffed into something so small.
We speak of love and longing and belonging.
We speak of needing.
Love.
Passion.
She hands me Her heart, so full of love I can’t hold it.
My fingers wrap around it as I cradle it in my palm so gently.
We speak of pain and sharing and caring.
We speak of life.
Real.
Forever.
She hands me Her soul, so full of truth as I cup both hands
My hands hold it safely and wrap it carefully with need and desire.
We speak of commitment and living and giving.
We speak of passion.
Deep.
Erotic.
And I wonder.
How She ever managed to get the box so full of love.
