I didn’t cry
Out of self-pity, or loathing, or hurt;
I cried
Out of ****** of joy, of love.
You pressed inside,
Hands shaking
Baring teeth,
I kept my eyes open
So I could look into yours.
Tangled together,
I couldn't leave such beauty
Even after the clock struck one
I slept
Cradled to your side.
Later still
I smell you
On my skin;
I taste you
On my lips.
No one else fits me.
I can't bare to wash the feeling of you away.