Mind-blown.
Touch starved.
When you held me for the first time,
I saw hunger in your eyes.
They told me about you.
You held my face in your hands.
Staring down at me,
I heard the sharp intake of air through your gritted teeth.
You closed your eyes so tight,
To savor the moment.
They warned me about you.
I chased you, you chased me.
We went around and around with each other.
Not wanting to give in.
They said you were bad for me.
I didn’t listen, because I’d be different.
I could tame you.
Ha! I could tame you?
The other way around, perhaps.
They said we’d never make it.
Everyone else is just background noise to us.
And every night is like the first one.
Wild, ravenous, and free.
We fall in love with each other every day.
They should have told you about me.
Kim V. Poetry 