in the candlelight

on warm evenings like this,
we are outside in my garden

tonight i’m sitting on your lap
my fingers in your hair seem to be drawing a map
your body comforts me
and feels familiar
no matter how tightly we hug,
it is never close enough

i think we both are afraid of losing each other
that’s why my other hand is wandering across your spine
that’s why you are holding me so firm
i won’t slip out of your arms, my love
i surely hope you won’t slip out of mine

i place my forehead on the top of yours
your face shines in this candlelight
our noses touch, we are connected
it feels intimate, vulnerable and right

if this isn’t love, i tell myself,
then what is?