a moment in time, love and affection

all day we held eachother like vines on a brick wall

intertwined 

there was a mutual feeling of longing and lust and comfort that didn’t need explaining

at times my chest felt tight and my eyes were sore

just as my fingernails dug into the flesh of my palms 

you peeled them back and i felt the pressure of your hand 

and your fingers curling between mine 

i cannot perfectly explain what feelings had come over me

for you

it was like sun on my back

a certain warmth that made my chest feel full

and my eyebrows furrow 

my lips part 

you are the sun

but better because i can look at you

and feel your light against my skin

and my tension begin to ease as we breathe as one

for once i am in love with the tenderness 

and my heart becomes as steady as your palm resting against me as if you are pulling the worries 

from me

that feeling of closeness was once foreign to me

now it is familiar but will never grow old

as we feel as one

and our love grows deeper 

everything you feel you breath into me

and i to you

and i still feel that longing

even though you are there

because i want every single inch of you, always

i crave your affection




as i slowly departed from your embrace

a piece of paper fell from the pocket

of my shirt

at first i didn’t  recognize it

but then i unfold it and realize 

it’s my fortune

from the chinese food 

we ate 

at a different point in time

tossed and turned through laundry

and backpacks 

and cars

it still remained unwavered in that pocket against my heart

and it read

“this is a time for love and affection.”



 

AutumnF

VT

YWP Alumni

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