It's raining

I fell asleep
next to my first love
for the first time.
He called me a cab,
because it was raining.
and impatiently waiting, in my pajamas,
I told the driver
It had been years.
My heart regresses to a smaller time,
when I knew nothing
about anything
but everything about him.
My body stayed strong,
While my mind wandered into oblivion.
holding him against my chest,
Because I needed to know
his heart was by mine again.
And even if it was just for a minute,
we were in love again.
When his lips
pressed against mine
a sigh of all sighs passed throughout me.
and I can't quite remember
if I even knew my name at the moment.
And when I think back,
I remember the taste of the rain,
but before I remember the taste of water,
I remember the taste of him.

So it's always been.

I hid my eyes from him,
in fear of him remembering I am not the one.
In fear of eternal loneliness after a glimpse of light.
In moments of weakness,
I held onto his shoulders,
and I felt the freckles on my chest
align, and combust.
Because with him,
everything within me,
is dying to be a part of him.
And I don't blame the feeling.
I blame him,
for being absolute comfort,
for being home of all homes,
for being a beautiful soul.
I remember being 14,
begging for a night with him,
just so I could know how it felt
to sleep soundly,
to know sleep at all.
But I find myself,
a woman now,
consumed with his energy,
and more awake than I've ever been.
When I look into his eyes,
I know I have seen beautiful things,
because I recall them instantly.
The way fog makes my skin feel,
the way sun melts fog,
the way the moon strikes down the sun,
and how beautiful life has always been.
How beautiful it appears
while he's gracing my skin
with the edge of his identity on the tip of his finger.
While he traces lace patterns on my naked back
of the wedding dress I had imagined myself
marrying him in.
as he kisses my stomach,
like I'm his first love.
In all the movement,
and in all the security of his touch,
I lay awake remembering the flowers
the flowers he sent me
when I was a girl.
And I know he sees me as her,
still young, still so young.
And I felt myself grabbing him tighter,
so he could feel me.
my hips
my breasts
my skin.
I am aged,
and I know
I know what I've done.
and I don't want to leave,
ever again.

but here he is,
I know every part by touch,

he is memorized by me,
I have memorized him,
like a verse you recite-
to keep you happy,
to keep you sane
to keep you breathing
to keep you loving
to keep you trying
he is-
remembered entirely,

-beautiful as always.
and it is raining.