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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