Eyes closed

And I feel your touch

Fingers moving in circles across my skin

Tracing my figure in a strange cosmic form.

I’m not sure if love is one person or many in different forms,

Teaching me what love is or

what love can be but I let her.

While my eyes are closed.

She leans in and I can smell her perfume

like sea salt hanging over the ocean.

I crave her closeness as I bite my lip

Eyes open again.

I have never met her,

Her tan skin,

Her wavy hair,

Her fit frame,

But I welcomed it.

I wonder if I’ll see her

With wide eyes and full of wonder.

What would I tell her if anything?

“I’ve seen you and your many forms, love,

and I welcome every one of them if they’ll have me.”

Or would I remain silent,

Curious of her touch,

Her taste,

Her answer.

I welcome love in all her forms,

So long as they are hers and I

Will forever be curious if love craves me.

And my touch,

My taste,

The air I breathe,

The earth I walk

as it crumbles behind

me as I approach her.

Answer me, love,

I’m waiting.