When Love Turns

A kiss begins simply,

just two breaths colliding,

a pause where language forgets itself.

Yet when it’s you,

it gathers weight,

as if the universe leans closer

to see what we might do next.

Your mouth on mine

isn’t just tenderness,

it’s memory being written in real time.

Every heartbeat stumbles,

and I feel both fragile and infinite

in the same breath.

But then,

I realize it isn’t lips meeting lips at all.

It’s the way your soul presses forward,

the way my chest opens

as though it has been waiting

for this particular rhythm,

this singular exchange.

It is not about sweetness,

nor fire,

but about recognition.

A reminder that we are not

two people leaning into a moment,

but one love unfolding itself again,

through us.

And in that stillness after,

I know,

this will never be

just a kiss.

It is the place where I learn,

over and over,

what forever feels like.