in the candlelight

in the candlelight

on warm evenings like this,
we are outside in my garden

tonight i’m sitting on your lap
my fingers in your hair seem to be drawing a map
your body comforts me
and feels familiar
no matter how tightly we hug,
it is never close enough

i think we both are afraid of losing each other
that’s why my other hand is wandering across your spine
that’s why you are holding me so firm
i won’t slip out of your arms, my love
i surely hope you won’t slip out of mine

i place my forehead on the top of yours
your face shines in this candlelight
our noses touch, we are connected
it feels intimate, vulnerable and right

if this isn’t love, i tell myself,
then what is?


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