First Love I

Sunshine falls differently today - it draws faint lines slowly as it approaches the earth, making its way through branches and leaves until it loses itself in the vast beauty of your hair. Your tresses seem to curl up as if to catch them, casting you in lights reminiscent of the creation of the first universe.

I see stars and deep galaxies around you, and, one by one, I trace them with my fingers. They leave a sigh of longing in their wake, as they go from stellar space to the silken, white land that is your face. My hand appears to melt into your skin, its smoothness smothering each of my fingers, and coupled with the defying radiance of your beauty, I no longer despair for its loss.

I am reminded by the lush, red roses that blossom in your garden at the sight of your lips. I am utterly moved to lean in, ever closer, and take in its scent or its entirety. If two roses then might make love to each other through proximity, naked under the sun and amongst all the other roses - alas, how much love we would have borne already.

The sun shines brightly this morning - let me have my kiss.