We let our wondering hang off the edge of ourselves
until it slipped from our loose grips.
The wanting came in waves,
crashing upon my worries and falling into your arms.

I was struck with trembling knees and a shy smile
as your hazel eyes flickered with each shared glance.
I was enslaved by your peppery skin and gentle touch.
Sleepyheads and smoke, stars soaked the sky as we shivered.

We dangled our knotted legs off the edge of that bench,
until our hands tangled to warm amongst the cold.
The moon waned to crescent,
sinking my fears and raising my lips to touch yours.

I was thrust back into the dark that November night
with your eyes acting as my candles.
I was falling, and our souls were flying.
Hazy heads, your hand finally mine to hold.