This

What are we?
Where is this, going?
Where are we?

I don’t know.

I don’t know
if we are there yet.
I don’t know where there is.
I don’t know if even there is a there.

I am enjoying the journey.

I know
This moment is real,
This kiss,
This shared space,
This shared narrative of you and I,
This warmth,
This touch,
This feeling on my skin,
This tingling in my toes and in my heart,
This fear I will lose you,
This fear I might lose myself to you,
This.

Published by chipomwitu

Triple-fried in transformer oil.