It’s waking up on a cold early morning to an orchestra of bird song and the pattering of rain on the roof tiles.
It’s the light, chill caress of the breeze slithering through the curtains and whispering past my earlobes.
It’s the warmth of them soaking into my skin, the novel and familiar sensation of their arms snaking around my waist and tugging me closer.
It’s the first thing I see when I crack my eyes open; freckles, golden hair astray and butterfly lashes splayed out on soft, pink curves.
It’s an uncontrollable smile, a searing growth in my chest that spreads through my blood like a wildfire.
It’s the green seeping into everything and the tingling of it in my head as it infects me.
It’s the sun seeping into us and thawing us out, exploding into life.
It’s every new thing we do together for the first time shooting my skull with lights and serotonin like some new age medicine.
It’s kisses in the dark under a full moon, and a million constellations smiling down on us.
It’s the little buds peeking shyly out of every corner and the backdrop of eggshell blue skies.
It’s my heart flowering, spreading its roots through the cracks in my brain with memories of their scent, skin and subtle sounds.
this week the prompt is ‘spring’. My poem celebrates the sensations of winter ending and the physical, undeniable signs that spring is finally here. It’s also a love poem about my relatively new relationship.
I’m still learning things about my partner. Every new thing that I learn is like a profound archeological discovery; I make sure to store it away in a place where i will not forget it. It’s extraordinary to be so close with another person.