Poems for the Pained

Euphoria

Forgotten belongings and stolen kisses
With our backs against the grass,
The moon shone so bright against the vast sky,
And as you stared upward I was captured by the moment.
My eyes trailed across your face as slowly as a tortoise over sand.
I felt as though a weighted blanket had slunk from off of my shoulders,
The feeling of freedom and danger and impulsivity ran through my veins.
Being with you made me dizzier than a bottle of whiskey,
Hiding our intertwined hands in the crack between our bodies,
And gliding my thumb across your knuckles.
Next to us lay the stolen trolley and our bags,
Strewn aside like salt spray from the sea,
In a silent acceptance of nothingness.
No words were spoken,
Your hands simply let go of the cart,
Your knees bent and suddenly I was laying next to you on the wet grass,
Shivering from the breeze.
Blue lipstick smeared across both our faces,
Yet neither you nor I cared enough to remove it,
A short-lived momento of true happiness.
For that was what it was.
The acceptance was not of nothingness, but of euphoria.
It had been the acceptance that I would care for you eternally, and that you would simply return the favor.
It had been the acceptance of trusting one another,
Of being so completely ourselves, and of being so completely bewitched by the mere presence of such love.
For although the moon shone bright,
In that moment, you were the light guiding me to paradise.