Lovers

I recall when I met you.

We were in a group of four in a Skype conference,

but none of them had my attention like you did.

Your voice was the tastiest honey I'd ever eaten,

and I heard you for only a second.

I wanted to talk to you more,

to figure you out,

because I knew that feelings were stirring.

And so we spoke.

Our voices followed one after another,

flowing into a river called conversation.

This river flowed for many days

before my feelings peeked out and said,

"You know you love her. You must tell her."

I hinted it to you by asking if we could spend a night together.

I wanted to teach you the same motions that I did at night when thoughts of you

rushed, rushed

in my mind

faster than the river we had,

more passionate than our laughter over silly jokes.

At night, the familiar, musical Skype ringtone rang,

and I picked up, excited to teach you the art of sensual touching.

We first spoke as normal, however this time,

the river came to a more hesitating pace.

We were both nervous, I recall.

You, in an unfamiliar situation.

Me, not wanting to pressure you and become confused by my own feelings.

I was a girl like you.

I wasn't supposed to feel such amazing passion for a girl as myself,

however my heart couldn't take it.

I couldn't take it.

I'd needed to touch you.

I needed to hear your lovely voice.

But most of all,

I needed to know we shared those confused feelings.

We were both afraid, in a sense.

We sat up together that night, me gently coaxing you,

and your breathing heavy, voice gentle and filled with excitement and wonder,

and my heart

flowing as a dam,

my feelings clashing and blending,

my voice calm, soothing,

masking the confusion and fear in my heart.

When our lovely art was finished,

we opened up to each other a lot,

and before I knew it,

tears flowed from my eyes,

sobs and desperate words came from my mouth.

You cried with me.

We shared a feeling together.

I'd hoped that we could share the feeling of love.

When our call ended that night,

I recall that I had one thought;

"...I love her."

I was so afraid, but I knew that, even if society didn't agree,

I knew it was right because it was

love.

The next night,

with sighs and sweaty palms,

I confessed.

My body froze when I heard you, my angel, cry.

I thought I'd done a bad thing until you said

the one word that I'd longed to hear since I'd realized the passion that

stirred,

pushed,

and forced it's way

deep into my heart and back.

"Yes."

From that moment on,

our hearts combined,

pulsated together,

and no matter what came our way,

we'd always conquer it.

It holds true today.

The river continues to flow,

now at a gentle yet quick pace,

and the three words that give

hope,

courage,

and most of all

peace

to us

are said everyday

with no limit as to how often it is said...

"I love you."

Even if we're two girls,

even if people see it as wrong,

we are in love,

we are happy,

but most of all,

we are no longer alone.