Every once in a while
I remember what it is like to feel.
Not the kind of everyday feeling.
The tapping of a pen on a notebook
Or the weight of a bag on my shoulders.
But something...
Different.
Fifteen days ago I felt lust.
Trapped in the arms of star struck.
Hypnotized by you.
The curl in your hair;
the softness of your skin.
I was dancing too fast.
Falling too quick.
And it felt like fire.
We sat outside,
Alone.
And I could hear your heartbeat.
I laid my head
against your bare chest,
And the thumping of life drove me wild.
The fire coursing through your veins
Was warm in my ear.
The wind fluttered around us
And your crop top danced
Across your stomach.
But it was beautiful.
And I could feel it.
I had remembered.