Alone With You

I don't like nature at night.
I definitely don't like being in nature at night.
Yet, here we are.
And I can hear the insects whispering and rustling around us.
And I see their small shadows projected on rocks and leaves.
I don't like this at all.
But I like being here with you
On this wooden, dimly lit bench in the middle of a miniature forest.
I rest my stress drenched soul on your chest and you inhale it
And slowly purge me with your touch.
As you stroke my shoulders, I feel the peace spred through my body
And I can finally
Exhale.
My fingertips tracing and retracing
The silhouette of your possessive, protective forearm.
"It's ok, we're ok."
I love seeing my ebony glide across your ivory.
And I love listening to the cadence
Of our opposite breaths and
Feeling it reverberate from my back into your chest.
Our fingers like piano keys.
And we play a melody of sharps and flats,
Crescendos and diminuendos.
Soon our breaths are the same,
One moving the other.
This, I like. This is real.
It's not a movie.
I'm not a hopeless romantic fool
And you're not a man blinded by superficial things.
Hearing your heart beat reminds me that
You're just a person, choosing to spend this night with me.
And I'm just a woman,
Allowing myself to courageously feel for the for the first time.
Allowing myself to be felt for the first time.

Bum-bummmmmm.... Bum-bummmmmm....