Now I know not to look for definitions
by ciara-ginelle
I thought I saw you
before I saw you.
I thought I felt the wind
grace the back of my neck
like
Whispers tempered with speeches,
waiting.
Those, thoughts that played against my mind
Like a memory that served purpose years ago.
You carried through me like the river.
In and out,
Back and fourth.
Mud stuck to the bottoms of my feet,
I rinsed them in the cool stream of your reminders.
Were you real?
As real as I am.
And although I dreamed these things,
You confirmed each line I came to remember.
There was that silence that Bumped along your hips
like,
Stars in the sky and the forest of trees
behind the house you grew up in.
Was it a dream,
was it a stitched together
like the meandering waterfall,
its roaring voice too loud to hear the tickling of that cold water.
When I took my shoes off and jumped in,
naked and full of fear,
and you held me close.
You said with your voice I heard as harmonics,
I’m right here.
I’m right here.
And I let my body lay against yours,
like I had done it a thousand times,
and told you to come to bed.
Your flesh was like the mountains I visited as a child.
Dips and canyons engraved upon my minds eye,
my fingers laced against the curves of your essence.
And I breathed your name like it was a lullaby.
I let you break every barrier I had ever built
Within the those moments of bodies melting, becoming one.