And it was there in that moment when our lips met,
that I truly understood who she is.
She kissed me with such force
that I first confused with passion.
That maybe thoughts were equal
and feelings were requited.
But love felt hollow
and the feelings were numb–
but soon she started to tell me
a story without words.
Her fingers then began to move daintly–
a light pitter-patter up my arms.
Her mouth moved with mine
almost in synch with her hands
that now tousled my hair.
As she let herself undone before me
just like I always fantasized she would,
I closed my eyes to fully bask in
the beauty of a dream turned reality.
Her kisses now sounded like a silent plea
for God knows what troubles this poor soul.
Her light gasps felt as though they suffocated her-
and I could swear the tear on my cheek wasn't mine.
And so if anyone were to ask
for a plain explanation of
the unraveling events of that day:
I kissed because I love her;
she kissed because she didn't.
