A series of poems by Beccah

all at once

We always seem to be blanketed under the gas and fire of the night sky,
Even in broad daylight
You always seem to have these wandering hands.
And I close my eyes, and the stars dot the insides of my eyelids and twinkle brightly -
directly to my cornea.
Then, a sweeping feeling trails across my chest,
between the poetic fall line directly between my breasts.
Your hands always trail so lightly,
leaving mounds of goosebumps in their wake and making me shiver all over.
I am tempted to crack an eye open, but they're screwed tightly shut.
Your breathing increases beside me,
one touch leaving both of us panting.

Your hands continue their journey,
down to my belly button and up again.
It's teasing and you're aware,
every movement deliberate and paced.
You lean closer, just a bit, but i can feel your warm breath fan my cheek and tickle my eyelashes.
They dance in a way,
like grass rustled by the wind
and everything feels so slow and fast and messy all at once.
There's a moment, when you close your eyes too and your hand falters,
only for a second to catch a single breath and carry on.
You bring tentative lips to the sensitive skin just below my ear,
a kiss,
then a trail of them to the dip of my shoulder blade.

I realize all at once, that this is love.
A touch in the form of a light breeze,
adolescence and wandering fingers.
Just you and I exploring the ins and outs of one another because we don't know how not to.