I long for your kiss.

Your breath on my chest.

Your hair in my face.

Your legs curling around my legs.

There is a promise I would give.

To listen and see as much as I can.

To understand and explore.

To be free in giving and taking.

No ambivalence no ambiguity.

Say what you feel and don’t worry to hurt.

Don’t possess, just give what you can and take what you need.

Consent begins where boundaries end.

As the night is deep and streets are empty,

I think of you and an invisible hand squeezes mine and I think:

Thank you for being, where ever you exist.