Little secrets

I remember the small room—

the shut windows and doors,

and the golden light from the small opening in the window.

I remember how it gives the room a warm feel,

like the room was on fire.

And for a moment I thought it was,

only it was the fire in our eyes,

only it was the fire in our hearts.

I remember the feel of you—

your eyes straight into mine,

your hands everywhere,

your kisses everywhere,

your eyes never leaving mine,

your disheveled hair and the ragged breaths,

your love bites and your smell,

your arm, your leg, you entirely.

I remember the tiny flowing currents.

I remember laying my head on your naked chest.

I remember the unsteady heart beats.

I remember you burying your face on my neck.

I remember the sigh that escaped my lips.

Do you remember? Do you still keep these secrets?

I want to know because I remember.

Was it love? Was it the fire in our hearts?

Who were we back then?

I don't know.

But when I look at you,

somehow everything made sense.

(v.a.)