I remember the flash of joy,
the spark of excitement
that gave rise to flame –
sudden and new –
that caught kindling and grew
into a bonfire that has kept me warm
even all of these months later –
when my hand sought yours in secret –
the first night our lips met,
and we kissed
behind a home we shared, but did not own.
I didn’t know then (for how could I have know?)
that from that kiss
would rise a fire – and desire –
unlike any I’ve felt for another.
For I could see your face
and taste your lips
every single day
for the rest of my life
and still I would never have enough.
that every time we kiss, when my fingers brush up against your skin
that every time we talk, that every time I see your face before my eyes
my heart skips a beat
comes the simple feeling,
the feeling that I am going home.
I remember that night
when my hand found yours under a blanket
and your love found its way into my heart.