Monday


something like six years ago.

I want to love you like the time we fell asleep in the rain.
Oh so beautiful, so damp, we had nothing else in front of us.
The laughter left between our sheets is still there, I can hear it.
I just want you to love me and no other thing.
Can we go back to the time we first met? In front of the Coffee Shop?
I want to love you where there is no beginning and no reason.
Hold me tight, in between your thumbs as I am gentle.
As gentle as the first picked rose on a summer evening.
I am as gentle as the sea salt breeze that hits your glowing face.
The love we made, right here, on that day when the world
didn’t exist and only we were alive. We danced through the
Lavender bed sheets your mom just washed. We closed
Our eyes until nothing else was there.
The time we laid in your living room, nothing but our hearts
To cover our naked bodies and our souls danced on the ceiling.
Together at last, the cold rain touched nothing but our tin roof.
Remember the first time we made love? That very first time?
My very first time? You know that is important to me. I want that back.
Bring me there now. As a tear rushes down my face,
wipe it away and bring me back to this day.

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