Day One: Fresh Cabernet threatens the coffee table Two seats too far to suggest anything
I fiddle with the idea of you Muscles drawn in, eyes strained back But can only imagine from here
Night, then day careless, shift about like two sheets of ice on water and now I see you
Striped shirt stretched, worn jeans fidgeting the edge of your seat Imprinting bits of flash left lingering on retinas
I wish to be in, on, around Heat protruding chest and breath
I wish to be near, new, but am left Beating hard Fast
Day Two: Light to dark running overtime Occasion breeds conversation
You want to come over again A buzzing “I’m here” and suddenly you don’t seem so far away suddenly heat and breath and chest and all beat and accord mine suddenly timelightspace in between are irrelevant to how we measure skin suddenly I see you except this time it’s all of you.
Every particle prodding upon my very reality ‘Tis a luxury, Wild nights like these, and I wish upon every length of being that you see me too
-- c
Written as a reflection to a Tinder (yes, Tinder) date that took longer than expected to get started. There was a crazy amount of tension, but immediate attraction.