I'd stand in the rain
Bound in this endless limbo
Playing in my mind,
If it meant living that stormy night
With you, over and over again.
Running your hand down my arms,
As the bitter rain soaked and seeped into me.
You wanted to keep me warm,
Yet not knowing you already had,
The moment your touch fell on my skin.
Your hand resting in that spot
Right above my hips
Yet perfectly below the waist,
On the seductive spot on my back,
Guiding me through the thick crowd.
Then lost, divided
From the rest of them,
We became two weaving bodies, guiding each other,
As you calmed my fear with four simple words:
"I'm right behind you."
Somehow through the pressing masses,
I found your hand,
Or you found my heart,
Either way my heart raced
As I held you for a split second.
Palm to palm,
Fingers laced together,
A perfect fit as we made our way.
Your rough, protective hand
Holding on mine, as if it would disappear otherwise.
I was lost to those fingers,
That feeling, as we trudged on,
Unaware, uncaring
If anyone would notice
How giddy I was just to be.
The bodies became less cluttered,
Easing our pace as we walked,
Hand in hand still,
Back into a bleak reality
That would separate us again.
Which is what happened,
We came to view,
And you let go.
It felt as if my heart
Decided to fall away with you as well.
Somehow, amazingly,
I made it back to the seat,
Falling into a sniffling sleep,
Whether for the cold or from you're withdrawal,
Is still a matter to be debatable.
Yet even now,
I can still feel the calloused grooves,
And see the spark reflected in your eye,
As that memory crosses my mind.
Since the memory is all I seem to have.
I know, one day,
You'll stop being afraid of this.
The fission igniting between you and I
Finally making you understand
You belong with me.
