I cannot tell you about the day I fell in love with you

I don't have any recollection of what I may have been wearing,
Where we may have been,
Or what was happening in the world around us

While my soul was being branded to yours


I can't tell you if it was the bitter cold days of January
Or if there were daffodils peaking through a late snowfall in May
Or maybe it was when the bumble bees danced freely in the air

I cannot tell you when it was I started to care



I can't tell you precisely when, because the subconcious part of my psyche simply didn't notice when my favorite shade of lavendar became no match for the blue of your eyes

Or the taste of your lips after you'd been smiling at me for mere seconds;
Seconds that felt like an eternity

They were sweet
As if picked right from the branches of a peach tree
Soft and delicious
Whispering delicate secrets against mine




I can't tell you when you began inhabiting my most uninterrupted thoughts

Or when you became my most uninterrupted thoughts




I cannot tell you when, but there are so many reasons why




It's no secret that there was a time that simple gestures like holding your hand sent my nerves into hysteria

And maybe I still remove that hand resting on my belly after a long day four times out of every five

But today you made goose bumps rise against my flesh just by the tip of your finger tracing my ear

And I find myself craving the warmth of your arms wrapping around me more than I care to admit

But that's not why

It was in the way you never receded when I was less than gentle with myself

The way you puffed your chest that night out when I was less than welcome,
holding me while I cried

And when I pulled back against the rubber band tethering me to things that don't even matter anymore, you took a knife and cut the band


Freeing me



Call it crazy
-call me crazy-




I can't tell you when, but I can tell you that it was slow, like that of a drizzly Wednesday morning in November long before the sun comes up, when the world is still silent , the only sound that of the rain touching the rooftop.

It is peaceful

In the way my heart felt safe when I woke to the blackness of an early autumn dawn and felt our legs intertwined, your warm breath in my ear, and your never-ending patience in me reverborating even in unconsciousness.

This is serenity.

Certainly a dream I have conjured up that I'll awaken from shortly

For real life cannot match this fairytale




But then there is a slight tug of the comforter covering our bodies; your head adjusts to my side
A faint smile on your lips; in fact, I think it matches mine

I cannot tell you when,
But I can go on forever about why.


© krystlereisler