Begin

I look forward to

knowing the texture of your skin

your words lips tongue against

my own

 

See the shade, the light, the rings of your pupils

as you speak of things unfamiliar to me

but the way you talk feels known.

Right, warm, real

 

And our fingers touch in the middle of the street and

we float

as two strangers awaiting the

Best Thing

 

We leave the guidebook, the map, the rules;

headfirst we run.

No hesitation, no nerves, no apprehension.

Instead, we fall forward and

Begin.

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