One Summer Night
You asked if you could kiss me Under the covers of a summer’s moon.
And I unfolded and wrapped my hands around you.
You dug your fingers into my ebony skin And partook of the ghosts within me, Showed me how to love again and how it was like to feel, Adored, admired, wanted, desired.
What was next?
I could have, should’ve glued myself to that moment in time, As my insides rummaged and and began to imagine possibilities.