a kiss begins, when heads turn towards each other in unison. shall we cross the seconds to each other? who will make the 1st move? lean forward lean back lean forward lean back hearts beat neck to neck as one face decides to bridge the gap.. the other wants to call the bluff with hestitating mouth and instead is taken as a prisioner of love’s sensual battle…. Checkmate.
i remember our simple love. holding each other at night. Tight. like children afraid of summer thunder. i would cling toyou like the last straw in quicksand. And your loving hands would press me genly, as if i were a delicate flower, petals shyly folding. i wish for those times. when it was enough to watch t.v. and laugh at the world. when our silence meant only warm contentment. when i only knew a tear during moments of explosive releasing Joy. i wish i had not outgrown you. i wish i could turn back and run into your arms. i wish, at least, that i had not broken your spirit, when i relaxed my grip. but i am not the same girl you loved. nor am i the lady who left you. finally, i have become a woman.
