kissing him wasn't what i believed it would be like.
he was soft,
gentle,
trusting.
it started when his breath hitched as i traced a finger down his jawline
when his brown eyes reflected the moonlight, and i saw only empathy in them;
it started when i leaned forward and brushed my lips across his and then hesitated
when with bated breath he leaned forward too, and gently kissed me under the stars;
it started when our lips touched and our hands wandered and our hearts pounded,
when we were living for each other and ourselves, and no thoughts about the morning come.
it ended when the sun's golden rays competed with the lesser stars for attention,
when our cover of night was gone, we knew our time together was gone forever
our dreams abruptly smashed,
a mirror reflecting a better future dropped onto the floor
smooth glass sliding from our fingertips;
i gathered my clothes and left,
knowing no other will be the same
he was delicate,
compassionate,
scared.
a glass man, beautiful and beloved but not without fragility and fear
kissing him wasn't what i believed it would be like.
