Sour Candies

Broad shoulders, and a man bun

Tattoos trailing up your arms

Muscles twitching

Peeking out of rolled-up sleeves.

You flash me a practiced smile.

But your eyes

Locked with mine

Speak of thirst.

Without a word

You know me.

A drink slides across the bar

Sweet and Tart,

A secret language

I'm just starting to uncover.

Hours pass,

You take me home

Hold me close.

Never assuming,

Never pushing,

Always patient,

Mostly silent.

Barely giving me an inch,

Of your story.

Words were never your strength

So I did most of the talking

You'd laugh.

You'd smile,

So rare in its genuine nature,

That it creases the skin of your face in ways

That tempts me to reach out

And caress your lips

For all the words you leave unspoken.

I could be patient.

I could.

All I asked was for confirmation

Three little words.

I could guess.

I could hope for.

But doubt left me wanting more.

Needing.

More.

It was one of those things where

When I was with you,

I felt like the center of your Universe.

Cherished,

Savored.

In fleeting moments that felt

Stolen,

I could stand the silence

Content in your presence.

But when I was not,

It was agony.

I was pulling teeth and hair,

and hanging onto one-worded texts.

It was in those days,

And weeks,

Even months,

Apart.

That my longing grew

Surprisingly unfazed

Because in my heart

I thought

I knew

How you felt

And yet

I feel crazy.

Hanging onto memories of smells,

Of Jasmine, Forest Moss, and Man

Onto the taste,

Of Spicy Wings, Sour Candy and

You.

When I close my eyes,

The feel of your arms around me

Stroking my face,

My thighs,

My soul.

I feel safe.

Everyday

I live my life

Of course.

For you don't complete me,

You have always felt

Like the cinnamon sprinkled

On my caramel latte.

A delicious bonus.

So much so,

That nestled within

Quiet moments like this,

I whisper your name

Praying that the wind

Carries it to you

And you call me over

To share one more bag

Of Sour Candy.