We

The night our worlds collided, You were the becoming of me, and I, yours.

You wrapped yourself around me in a way, impeding any inch of me to slip through your fingers.

I remember mapping your skin and reaching your lips then gasping, breathing heavily into you, on you, and with you, soaking the entirety of your caramel skin and bare soul.

As I lay beside you, I felt strangely empty then all too fulfilled as if I were overflowing with your existence and mine.

Darling, you were both, challenging and comforting, you subtly drew me within you, later unbuttoned the intimate corners of my mind, and thoroughly savored every bit of me. The night our worlds collided, you were the becoming of me, and I, yours.

-a.ch// the night we happened

Poem

When I look at you, I see the sky, unpredictable & beautiful.
When I look at you, I see the sunset down by the dock, surreal & warm.
When I look at you, I’m reminded of the hundred dozen strangers on the train, unaware, bemused, & curious.
When I look at you, I’m reminded of the vintage love-poems of the early 60s & 70s, authentic & aesthetic.
When I look at you, I’m reminded of the incessant knock-knock jokes you crack in the middle of the night, silly & cutesy.
When I look at you, I’m fueled with passion to love you, completely & unconditionally.
When I look at you, I see a butterfly perched on a flower, playful & beguiling.
Darling, every time I look at you, I see my future, my life, happy & eternal.

-a.ch// random midnight endearments