Day 6 You: A Love Poem (TBT 2008)

Reunion

A look; merely a glint.

A sigh; merely a breath.

A touch; merely a brush.

Two shoulders in passing do meet.

A hug and then again reclaiming

mapping the separation of a friend.

The gestures of platonic encounters

masking romantic intent.

Innocent question marks inflated by longing

struggling, grasping, aching:

Devising a means to request.

The turn of you lips

The smell of your skin

Familiar yet so new

My fingers reflexive; extend

Aching to feel you are real.

Natural as laughing to reach out;

to carelessly take hold of your hand.

The squeeze travels to  my chest,

a warmth spreads out from there.

Reason's excuses pushed away

banished by a breath of calming air.

I'm coming home.

I'm in your arms.

Soft and Strong and Deep

The words you speak

massage the pain,

the kinks of How? and Why?

Not to mention Where? and When?

What? is easy...

You and I connected.

Years and constellations wrapped up in this:

The simple act,
an answer

in a solitary kiss.