The thrill that I felt

moments before

kissing you for the first time:

Electric

hypnotic

intoxicating;

charging the heavy air around us

as we lie in a dark room,

silently daring each other to make the first move.

The weeksdayshours we’d waited conflated

around us along with the distance

but the persistent inches between us

were still a chasm.

Your lips were a ledge

I was standing on the edge of

and beyond them

was all I’ve ever wanted

and had never known.

I counted down.

3…2…1…

Jump.

And I still haven’t stopped falling.