The first kiss, still so unbelievable to me
Couldn’t imagine ever
You, anyone like you that is, kissing
Me, anyone like me that is, being kissed
The slight tinge of the bravery of beer
On our fumbling lips
Salted and peppered with the taste of our whispered fantasies
No, not whispered, out loud,
But buried in ambient noise
No one would ever suspect
You, anyone like you that is, wanting
Me, anyone like me that is, being wanted
Secrets so dark and delicious
The taste the smell the intoxication
A word like desire fails me
It’s more, it’s what I never even knew
But oh, how badly I wanted it
It’s all the things I never gave, but I wanted to
The firm push, the gentle pull
The quivering, whimpering
Better than frosting on warm cake
Filling us up as we starve for more
Why is it less now?
I miss
You, not anyone like you, that is, but YOU
I miss
Me, just me, that is, wanting to be missed by you
But the light doesn’t touch us
We flowers that bloom in the dark
Petals under sweet caress of moonlight
Never beneath the sun
We were beautiful, I thought, but behind closed doors
Because
You, anyone like you that is, blooms in sunlight
With her, anyone like her that is
And me, anyone like me that is, blooms in darkness
The only place where you, anyone like you,
Could ever see me
And keep me hidden
While still enjoying me,
The taste and smell still lovely,
Even on flowers unseen
Flowers like me, that is, that crave sunlight
But learn to bloom in the dark.