I think I would have been okay.
I think I would have been safe,
I’d fallen through feelings before,
taken a punch to the gut
and then soared.
But, when we met,
it was cold outside
and the fire side so warm
like the crook of your arm,
which I was pulled into
by universe or fate,
your stubble brushed my cheek
a lightly pecked hello.
I’d turned my cheek
once or twice before
to strangers and old friends,
never found myself lost
on letting go.
Until, I met you
and we sat side by side
listening to the shapes
our mouths made
and the patterns I drew
with coy eyes.
Our hearts poured forth in secret,
skin alight with unspoken desire.
I’d stumbled over words before
listening to the worldly wise
put it all to rights.
But you, you revelled
in our might, in our sight
to watch sunrise…
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