I love you now
I think.
Though sometimes
when I kiss you
my thoughts are far away,
squirming out of your embrace.

But when you're gone
I can feel your lip
pulling mine.
Your face, rough
on my neck.

And so I do conclude
I must love you in some truth,
because I miss your sound
and your faintest touch.

I love you now,
I am sure,
and for that moment
when in doubts digressed,
I felt the weight of those seconds
pressed.

But in my pause
it lifted free,
and I felt only you
and me.