Retrouvailles (French: the happiness of meeting again after a long time)
It’s been three days since our last embrace—
arms locked like links of chain traced around each other
and morning-dew-doused doe eyes of mine
made breaking away an uneasy ache
but your candied taste still lingers on my lips.
Even in my darkness-draped, unawake states,
I wait for you, but I’m hazy;
head and heart heavy and it’s only been three years,
I mean days
since our last embrace,
but tonight, we’ll tie our ribbon arms into bows
around each other and unwrap presence
that we know in each other.
Your sweet tongue will slur sugar through the dark.
And we’ll wake, weightless hearts—
I want to dance a hundred miles in your shoes, dedicated to knowing you.