You touched me first,
under the moon,
you looked at me and said you liked what you saw
the shabby hair and un-permed
let it loose, you said
the freckles that badly decorated my face
my large hips and belly
you touched me first
by the river
you looked at me and said you liked what you saw
my scars,
my struggles the most.

I touched you first,
under the sun,
I looked at you and said I liked what I saw
the good and well cut dark hair,
I love it, I said,
the masculine face and the breathtaking cheek bone,
brown eyes,
I touched you first,
by the oak tree,
I looked at you and forced myself to like what I saw
perfection,
you didn't let anything slip,
not at all.

I laid bare,
under the moon and sun,
by the oak tree and the angry rivers,
on the grass before you,
and you gave me nothing, but a guarded heart.

Bit and bits of your skin,
every bit of your flesh,
the sweat making it sparkle like slowly dying embers.

Give me access to that again,
notice as my heart flees and grab hold,
pull me back to those arms I once called home.

Do I stay?
Am I still yours?

Remind me what it is to fall,
like the season,
leaves making it to the ground effortlessly,
unharmed.
Remind me what it is to be in love,
to be wild,
to scream and moan,
to drive you mad.

Take me into those arms that once meant home,
hold me like precious sand in the hourglass,
it wont take long before time betrays us.

Do I stay?
Am I still yours?

I don't want any ties,
then there'll be no cold feet no hurt
no regrets
just here and now
you and me
lights off with the couch upside down
your place
before we make a tent out of it
and talk all night
one night.

I don't want any ties,
no hopes no plans no pain
no regrets
just occasional good time, you and me
we don't make it to the movies
that's alright,
as long as I laugh
even for a little while all night
one night,

just one night,
to be myself again,

just one night,
to feel like I'm still in control.

I've always loved you,
I've never stopped,
the last kiss was me memorizing every pattern of your lips,
when they're stretched or simply prim.
Like i'd need to remember it all
someday
some days like today.

I've never stopped looking out the window on rainy days,
as a few drops made as if to touch my aching palm,
not hoping to see you walk back to me, no
just to see you out there,
happy,
building what we had with another me,
a better me.

I miss you,
I don't want you back,
I just think I can just miss you
from this end,
without wishing for things to go to how they used to be,
just wishing you the world you deserve,
the world I couldn't provide.