- kaylacollingwood
Prologue

The first chord rises
out of expectant silence
and a melody gently forms
under your fingers,
as you shift across
the four strings.
This is our first meeting,
the twisting beginning.
Later, your hands have found mine.
I feel the callouses on your fingertips
as I study their designs -
holding them tenderly
and gazing at their intricacy.
I fall into your striking eyes;
I am not accustomed
to someone of such beauty.
I suddenly lose control
and am no longer my own,
seeking to devour and to be devoured
by this passion that began burning
over the passing hours.
I place your hands on my skin
until I lose all sense of where I end and you begin.
In the morning light,
you hold me with strength and tenderness combined,
and whisper life while I slumber,
holding on to the last moment of my dreams,
waking to the wonder
who sleeps beside me.