Kiss

If you remember clearly, it was the first day since I last saw you. There was a chilly breeze but the sun was shining. We met outside by the park entrance, closest to your house. I remember the smell of dense earth and moss everywhere. Your clothes smelled of a fire burnt nearby. I knew you were on the beach last night - with the others.

I wanted your smell on me. I wanted your taste in my mouth. I had waited so long for today. It was here now. The grass was an acid color, the sky electric. A buzz. Everyone knew. I could almost taste the zing of your fingers on mine.

My pulse quickened as you grabbed it. The months of patience rewarded at this moment.

I sat on the bench and closed my eyes shaking. The long awaited tips of those fingers I cherished. Glide across my face. The traces of your touch leaving streaks across my face. Then we kiss and the cold from your cheeks cool my hot skin. Lips cushioning, soft enough to sleep on.