the truest romance
born of spit and grass stains
mirrored feet and an ease
that exudes timelessness
of the infinite.
languid days of smiles
grounded in familiarity–
like the comfort of an old pair of jeans,
softened and worn in the perfect places–
a childhood photo, fuzzy at the edges,
its indelible image emblazoned.
the casual tenderness
that comes with the passage of time–
whispered grazes and
charted footsteps– allowing space.
i remember when you asked to hold my hand–
before our fingers recalled
they were of one another.
i recall the first time i saw myself
through your eyes–
staring back at me