last night
So I wake up this morning thinking about you after falling asleep with you on my mind.
I again find myself writing about these confused feelings I have about you and I’m caught in the after glow of last night.

I think I may love you.

Are you surprised?
Did you know already?
Did my eyes and fingers and arms and legs give me away?
Every part of me was hungry for you.
I wanted to soak you up like a sponge and keep all your goodness and light inside of me.
It’s funny; I must have given you a million kisses last night.
I suppose it was one kiss for every time I thought about you or kissing you or being with you or that single time I thought I was in love with you and it scared me so bad I stopped thinking it.
I don’t want to think about how complicated it could be if I were to be in love with you.
I don’t want to think about you not loving me back, or the complicated separate lives we lead or the nightmare our lives may be together, or even the wonderful blessing you might turn out to be in my life.
I’ll think about all of that another time.
For now I’ll just think about how happy and giddy and calm you make me and how much I love kissing you and touching you and being kissed and touched by you.
I won’t think about tomorrows or forever,
I’ll just lay here and think about last night.