Holding hands across the table.
Staring into each others eyes,
I turn away. Caught between
embarrassment and elation.
I notice the freckles on your wrist,
peeking out from your sleeve
imagine where else they may be.
You kiss my shoulder.
I kiss your neck.
Every touch is better than the last.
I drink in every word you say
every eyebrow raise, nervous laugh
delighted in it all.
Where have you been?