First Kiss

Browsing through the writings
questioning the meanings
she looks up from the page
a smile upon her lips as she asks
'Is this one about me?'
Glancing over at what she is reading
I see a poem I wrote two weeks before
confessing the growing feelings
and confusion surrounding them in my heart
after seeing the concern and compassion
in her eyes when she spoke to me,
touched me softly, fingers tracing the scars.
I look into her eyes
hope and fear mingled together
in a dance of torment in my mind
and say simply 'Yes'
She stands before me pulling me to my feet
arms surround me, trembling
as she confesses the feelings growing
inside her own heart, we part
at the door, our first kiss
light, gentle yet filled with a fire
that threatens to consume me
then she is gone, I stand breathless
hope swelling in my breast
making me feel light headed
I sink into my chair, closing my eyes
and remind myself to breathe