22 November 2000
This… Feels… Right…
And we’re tumbling into bed.
Nothing matters right now but this feeling.
We’re pulling each other closer.
Almost afraid the other might just disappear.
This… Feels… Too... Right…
Like a good dream right before you wake up.
You want to hold onto that feeling for the rest of the day.
Try to make it into a memory
But here wrapped up with him and blankets and thoughts…
This… Feels… Right…
I am still dreaming because he -
He is a porch light to find home, when his uncovered flesh glows in the shadows
His fingers trace the path on my spine, my neck, and up to my lips
And it feels right, if feels so right.
We are pressed so tight,
I am ready to let go of my body to get that much closer.
We are moving together slowly, easily
It is all so natural to us- like we invented touch and sex and lust
He stares down to me and releases a small smile
“Wonderful,” he whispers. “How can this be wonderful?”
His words fall like sweat from his face to mine.
I don’t know how this could be wonderful but it feels right.
This… Feels… Right…
This… Feels… Right… NOW…
In the dark of my bedroom, we’re sharing everything but love.
Lying there afterward, we’re bodies, just bodies
He asks me if I would ever write about him.
I said I only write about people I don’t know.
We’ve just met and we are introducing ourselves through touch. Whispering our life stories between kisses
Small talk is usually awkward and not very interesting
But as each piece of clothing is removed I want to know everything. I want to know his favorite color, dream, time of day
So I can fall in love with him – Just for tonight.
Fall in and out of love before the voyeuristic sun peers in the windows,
Watching us wake without guilt because it was for love.