I promise when you really see me for the first time
That something in your chest will stutter and jump-start,
That when you blink, I’ll still be there –
Sweaty palms, crooked smile.
I promise to put new skin on your old heart,
Tender and aching to the touch.
That we’ll kiss in giddy silence
(My nose cold against your cheek, soft and heavy air between us)
In our tiny, breathless world.
And I promise we’ll settle gently into love
And it will be like gravity, like morning snow;
Hushed, an inevitable falling.