Fire,
Burning red hot as our bodies become one.
Hands,
Wander to unfamiliar places yet are somehow guided by an unknown force, called love.
What is love?
The feel of your skin on mine?
The heat of your sweet breath?
The soft pillowy feel of your lips on my burning skin?
Or perhaps the way you say my name.
Love,
I have not experienced these things,
Or maybe I have but only in my dreams.
I have not felt the smoothness of your skin, or have stared lovingly into your eyes.
Yet I dream of such a luxury,
I dream of what I think is love.
~ Khayaah Holmes
Oct. 10th, 2020
