I didn't know that a man
could hold me with arms
so strong-
But kiss me with lips
so soft-

I have felt butterflies make
windstorms of my insides before-
But I never felt their wings halt-
Hushed, still and quiet-
Have they flown away?
Or have you lulled them
into a false state of grace?
I could exist in your embrace,
in the calm after the storm,
my heart flat-lined and wind
knocked out of my chest,
for however long you let me.

I whisper into your sandpaper cheek
I should go-
You whisper  back
Okay-

But I sit for a few more moments,
your arms wrapped around me,
reluctant to move, because when I do
I can no longer pretend you're mine.
This is only a stolen moment in time.

You unfold yourself from me
and it's already begun-
The moment passes
and soon enough this feeling
too will be undone.