Love was knowing our first touch
in that dimly lit room
just the two of us
and the sound of quiet charm
your lips meeting mine
and the way you gazed at me
Love was knowing you were there
Love was just the two of us
and our delicate touch
Love was...
You.

Love was not this taste of leftovers
or my tears falling to my lips
or the way I crave a delicate touch
and the safety of your arms
or the comfort of your warmth
Love was not the way you abandoned ship
Love was not supposed to be like this
Love was to be around you
Love was how I fit with someone I barely knew
Love was...
You.

Your lips taste
of nothing in particular
just as a home
has no scent
it is familiar
and inviting,
as are your lips

Somehow,
in the first meeting
you managed to convince me
what I needed
was you-
without any convincing
at all.

And when I wake
to the many thoughts
in the dark of night
your name brings
light to my eyes

Life falls
and ends
It is your turn to fall
But you must begin