My gentle giant

From the first sound of your voice, I started to imagine

From the first verse of the poem that you read to me; I was putty in your hands

Even from a distance, you had me

With each conversation we entertained

With each breath I heard over the phone

I anticipated our first encounter, our first tête à tête

From our first hello at the pick up spot

To the last goodbye at the drop off spot

This I remember, I long, I miss:

The sound of your laugh

The intensity of your stare

The feeling of your chest against mine

The feeling of the whole of your hands on the entire of my body

Your sweat dancing with mine

Your breath on my neck and mine on yours

You saying my name and me saying yours

I remember, I long, I miss:

The explosion of anticipation

Written by: Danushka Chouloute