Falling Forward

Someway, somehow
I found myself
Falling.
Someway, somehow
You caught me
it wasn’t until
you kissed me
I knew
you were the girl.
Ancient expectations
came when
I asked you
to make
our perfect contract
I called
and you followed
me.
Just me
because these
first times
rest quietly,
waiting,
for someone to answer.
Only you.
Just you,
falling forward
whispering
the forbidden words
in a language
I had to learn.
All you asked
is that I pray
alongside you
down on knees
against you
on wanting hands.

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