Arrival:
First kiss in decades. This one is more
important than all the ones before. This kiss
will say “Yayyyy” or Nay to the future of loves
commitment. Nervous joy and silent yearning over dinner
ends when we kiss the second, third, and so on. The week
goes by faster than a speeding bullet to my racing heart realizing
you are not ending the visit, but beginning a future…a future with possibilities
of forever.
Departure:
Jet plane gone in to the wild blue
Yonder. You are in the tail section waving
To a new me, one that cries at curbside departures and laughs
at you snorting while eating a nasty ass chicken wing. Giddy
giggling like 17 year old kids experiencing our first time
knowing it will not be the last. Thank you for the feelings
of love on a Christmas morning knowing the only gift I need to see
under the tree is you.
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You are an awesome writer! I love this.....and you! =)
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