He Was My First Love
A hunger.
Impatience catalyzed within soft veins.
A thirst.
Lips cracked with a desire to be touched.
I feel him,
From a mile away.
His body chemicals and mine react
His skin so soft and innocent under my touch.
I only know the value of our moments
Until they are memories
But then the memories are beautiful
They make me smile, laugh, cry.
I wish we weren’t so distant
Because event though the animals inside us
Know where we are
It’s the fact that even if we are near each other
We can’t muster a word
Maybe this summer will be different
Everyone tells me to find someone new
But I’m in love with the idea
That these hot months can become our symphony of blue