A Beautiful Thirst

It started with
A simple gesture,
A gesture that would
Facilitate my surrender.

A smile across a
Crowded room.

A shared glance,
That took only seconds
But was a moment that
Suspended time and space.

A moment where only
The two of us existed.

You smiled at me
And I did my best
To smile back.

There was something
About you, though.

Something I didn’t

It was as if
I knew you already.

I knew you,
From a time before.

I knew all of the
Lines and freckles
Of your face.
I knew every fleck
Of gold in your eyes.

I knew every beat
Of your heart.
And the different tones
Of your laughter.

I felt a hunger
For you,
A beautiful thirst,
I’ve never had
And you kept me sated
With just a hint
Of your mischief.

Because of you,
I saw the sunrise
For the first time,
And stood in its warmth
To soak up the rays.

Because of you,
I saw the beauty
Of the simple things,
The things that got
Burnt along the way.

Before that night,
I, too, was lost.

Searching for a purpose
A goal,
A home.

And then,
You looked at me
And found the
Innermost secrets
Of my being,
In the ashes.

After the flames.

You looked at me,
And I knew.

From that moment on,
We were linked.

We were bound to
Each other,
In roses and chains.
Bound to each other
In eternal love.

And you hadn’t even
Uttered a word yet.

Art: “Chains and Roses,” James Suret Art
Prompts: “After the Flames” #promptsbyjasmine


Published by Kim V Poetry

I've always had a passion for writing. In this crazy world that we live in, I find my solace in made up words and make believe stories. Let's escape into the void and forget about it all just for a moment or two.

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