I remember the first time I saw you.
Walking towards me in the heat of the day.
I remember that first conversation.
Hours of intimacy, our skin pruned and blistered from the water and sun.
I remember that feeling of connection.
Immediate ease, our bodies in unconscious rhythm.
I remember the endless days awaiting your arrival.
Airport greetings, my heart leaping and skin tingling.
I remember the soft downy covers.
Sheltered from head to toe, your heart on mine.
I remember knowing we were forever.
When just the sight of you
or the sound of your voice
or the touch of your hand
feels like the first time.
Another prompt from dear Kellie that gets to the heart of the matter. In love and in life it is always the small moments that count.
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