Ghost of a Thought

soft

how it felt when you looked at me for the first time,
actually looked at me,
and your eyes seemed to be mesmerized,
lost in mine.
it is in the way you say my name,
as if it was a prayer,
the most sacred word you have ever spoken,
as if i am holy.
your shaky fingers as they caress my skin,
feeling every curve,
and worshipping every inch of my body,
memorizing me.
it is early morning light as we wake up,
legs and hair tangled,
tender kisses you steal as we blink away sleep,
it is the way you love me.

{July 4th, 2021}