I kissed you when I felt brave.
There was an awkward urgency to my movements.
Then a concious slowdown like…
Take it easy boy this isn’t a race.
Then looking into eyes that blaze with a kind of curious longing like …
So you gonna make a move?
We used a scarf as a blanket and enjoyed the cosmic fireworks.
She tasted like hope and sweet mercy.
Soft skin, gentle lips.
I make a nest on her cheek and peck little kisses.
This wandering mind feels simply happy.
Nervous, excited, happy.
Tingly, hungry, happy.
Curious, awkwardly happy.
I try to remain in this moment.
Such a simple place and your hand holding mine.
Wondering is this what it’s like to slip in and out of time…
To overcome the worry of gossip and be honest in what was ignited long ago.
Long before I took that idea and boxed it as a fools errand, laced with danger.
No fool.
What is life if not truth in the moment.
If I can’t be honest with myself who can I be honest with?
Kisses on my mind.
Over and over.
My midnight mind wanders the astral plane
Seeking your sunrise smile
I shouldn’t be thinking of you now.
But I am.
How could I not?
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