FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

Discovery.

I don’t know you.

So I reach.

I touch.

You sigh.

Consent.

You kiss.

I sigh.

I melt.

I shout my release.

Sometimes you cry.

On discovery of a deeper love.

We are content.

For a lifetime of this.

I look.

You smile.

With your messy hair and wet cheeks.

I know you now.

Meg Merrillees, LLanbrynmair