9:04am
16th January 2011
Love to me was
when your fingers entwined for the very first time
every nerve seemed like an endless itch that tickled up your spine
an automatic smile, silent or proclaimed
both felt the same
there were no first dibs or second guesses
only a rush
a feeling of total uncertainty yet a whole new perspective
no spoken words just unsung melodies
when your heart starts to slow dance
and you’re caught in a daze
it was selfish selflessness
to need and be needed
yet no one cared who gives or takes
like spontaneous combustion
or the first drops of rain on your face
Love to me was more than soft kisses
fingers brushed through the ends of your hair
the lingering touch or soft whispers in your ear
was it sunshine, was it night
neither
time had no sight
love to me was eternal
more than promises or hands clasped
like a newborn’s first breath
only their weren’t firsts, or seconds, or thirds
only a continuum
overwhelming and overpowering
yet so pleasantly indulging
it creeps into you slowly moving from the heart
until it takes control
mind
arithmetic making sense
body
flesh as fruit
sweat as sweet
soul
breathing in deep waters
walking through walls
Love to me was
no fairytales
no kept promises
no random musicals
only spun webs
fresh meat and broken bones
Love to me was
being lost and found
Love to me was
having lost and found
Love to me was
deep breathing
heavy shoulders
shadows creeping
leisure seeking
white lying
courageous
coward
Love to me was everything new
turning into everything I knew
thrown back to me just to see
if I would be as welcome as it’d be
love to me was new
and one day it will still be new
to me
to you
and we will be spun
like heart beats and drum calls
we would have lost and won
but we would not have been counting
we would not have been planning
we would not even have been breathing
until
