You kissed me and I realized
that I had never been kissed before,
not like this.
Our lips met and I felt you etching
your name on my heart,
taking ownership of it’s fragility.
Erasing years of abuse it suffered
at the hands of previous owners
who forgot to handle it with care.
Gently, you kissed away the
pain and in those sweet seconds,
I believed...
I believed in fairy tales and soul mates.
I believed in the story of us.
You became an alchemist and I was a rose
burgeoning through a tiny crack in the dirty and
hardened concrete.
hardened concrete.
In your kiss there was hope.
Happiness lived there too.
It was beautiful and unmistakable.
I lost myself in your embrace.
Lost, then reborn.
I felt beautiful and desired.
Because of you, my benevolent alchemist,
I felt transformed.
I felt transformed.
You kissed me out of a place of darkness into the sanctity of sunshine.
There was warmth in your gentleness. I wanted to dwell
in it forever.
But when our lips parted, so did we.
Fear and self-defense mode took over and suddenly
it wasn’t worth the risk.
But I will always remember the magic
I found inside your kiss.
