I don’t know everything about him,
but know enough
to believe he is different,
on my same path
of introspection, evolution,
a meeting of the minds,
riding high on a wave of mutual connection

the first kiss was bliss,
underneath a street lamp

his voice,
a soft melody of gentleness

his eyes,
sparkling green
lit up with a touch

his smile,
a lightning bolt
that melts my heart

his laugh,
a joyful epiphany

his words,
fill voids deep inside of me,

and it’s just the start,
this brand new thing,
wondrous hope of
what this year will bring.

Emily C. Poésie © 2018