Coordinates

I remember the first time

I traced your spine that felt like velvet.

Memorised the coordinates of your collarbones

with my nervous lip.

I remember the laughter, the sweat, that unfamiliar.

The glow of your skin,

lighting my way home.

Your eyes lit up like sparklers in November twilight,

and guided me in line with you.

Who knew two bodies could align so wholly,

I never knew love until I met you.

 

Lust was redefined from then on, not some temporary kick

but reformed into some predetermined certainty.

I know you.

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