I remember the first time my soul left my body
So clearly and free, as if I no longer needed it
To live, to feel, to be
Or be seen
Do you?
Remember the first time we made love?
That was the first time I knew love
A new, scary, exhilarating version of love
The first time we became one
And every time after that
Tasting the salty sweetness of our fears
Succumbing to their release through sweat and tears
Like honey in a tea making those winter nights warm
Such sugary penetrating smell, of comfort and warmth
Bittersweet release, cleansing each other’s souls
With Love
So. much. Love
The shivers and goosebumps your fingertips gave
From the back of my neck to the hotspot below my bum
The love that brought my realization and reason for existing
The meaning behind all my scars, your lips left
Your tongue, tender with words and touch
Reaching my heart in a place I had left to forget
Hearing the moaning of our pleasure
The range in sound and ways you said my name
Satisfied in the exploration of our bodies
Left with the trembling sound of our voices
How I loved being out of breath from our loving gone too hard
One can meet Love more than once
In the look of a lovers eyes or a shaking “hello”
A loved one’s embrace, a friend’s tears brought by laughter and joy
I’ve met love in the sharing of heartache, too, though
But never did I think there was a difference
Between meeting and knowing, Love
Knowing, like we then knew each other
The good, the bad and the ugly
The soul, the mind and the body
Our hearts
How my heart aches for those some days
I can almost feel your lips on mine, when I think of our goodbye
How can one hear a heart break from so many miles away
Like the slow rip of the paper I wrote my vows in
So loud, like the sawing off of a limb
Crippled by pain and broken dreams
Painful, like sandpaper on an already bleeding wound
Painful, like you can’t see the people who love you
Standing in front of you with their arms wide open
The depth of your enchanting green eyes
Green like all that is life, born and reborn in me
The gentleness that reached out to bring me in
To a world made by you only for us two
I can still see that shine in your eyes when they locked me inside
I can almost feel your lips on mine, when I think of our goodbye
About the Creator
regina
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