first glimpse of love ~ poem

[Skyhawk]

simple little poem, open to comments

i have a sinful yearning for the first glimpse of romance again
the small touches
the subtle flirting
the tension, the teasing
getting to know someone you don’t at all
learning about their family, their work, where they are from, their mannerisms
knowing you’ve been brought together here under the moonlight
i want it all over again.
feelings of excitement that bubble up
little moments of connection set my soul on fire
i want to talk to him again when we’re
walking in the dark where
everything is quiet and the sound of our voices and our laughter riccochets
off the trees and houses and the lamposts
lighting our way home.
in our own bubble where time flies and i feel like im flying with it.
so so so high on life.
And that mesmerising smile, the one that gives you those sparkly eyes that people talk about
a sparkle that makes everything feel possible.
i feel strong and free in the darkness
numb to the cold, numb to the pain of my feet, numb to everything else, almost unaware of my surroundings.
you are the beacon, a flame
to which I’m the moth.
i let my mind trace over the scene again and again
i let my eyes trace over his forearms, his hands, his rings, his hair
i’m right where you left me still
daydreaming of the past
when he spoke so gently, so thoughtfully, so innocent
with that childlike wonder that is so much like my own.
can’t i go back to the beginning

[WillowLeafie]

this is so beautiful oh my gosh! you really have a way with words, you captured it perfectly