It started with you grabbing my hand.

That first touch, my heart never knew how to beat so fast.

We moved to the music as hundreds of people around us melted away.

The room went fuzzy, perhaps from the many cups of courage, but your face is clear in my mind.

I remember how you smiled at me, your eyes penetrating mine.

How you knew just what I needed in that moment, feeling so secure and yet weightless.

Your lips tasted sweet like cherries in the sun; the sheer decadence of that memory makes me dizzy with lust.

Your eyes filled with such a certainty, however, glazed with previous decisions and future consequences.

We left that moment in time for what seems an eternity, and may never return.

But the happiness I felt for that brief interval has nourished my heart and kindled my soul.

I welcome the sorrows that come, for they will be burned out with our fire.