Discoveries

We lie together arms and legs intertwined,
breast against breast, our breath heavy and
sighs still permeating the air. Vignettes of us
together run through my mind in no particular
order as the candles glow on your body,
olive brown skin contrasting with my fair blond.

Do you remember the day in the pavilion surrounded
by tiny lights and tulle, stealing a perfect moment to kiss under someone else's wedding canopy? Or our first kiss, soft lips meeting each other naturally, eagerly, and low mummers of satisfaction rising in our throats?

I can hear the emotional sigh and tremor in your voice as you struggled to utter the words we hesitated to admit to even to ourselves.
And relive our first meeting in the bookstore, with my heart pounding and your jaw trembling just slightly enough to be noticeable.

In my mind your back arches and tenses
under my touch for the first time as I whisper in your ear, "Come, baby, come for me," while you did, hard, frenzied, almost desperate,
as I soothed your hair, holding closely later,
amazed at this woman beneath me,
amazed at the woman I had become.

Curled next to you for days on end
we discovered each other, discovered ourselves,
found completeness and healing.
Pulling myself back to the present,
back to reality, I lay my head
on your shoulder, wrap my arm around you
and entangle my leg across yours,
stroking it lightly as we drift off to sleep,
having discovered ourselves over again.