Matt Chmura

The Beginning of the Best

I move towards you and know

I love you. You smell like the sweet

lavender you used for our tea. As I reach

for you, your skin feels as soft as the cashmere

sweater you always wear. As we

move closer, everything in the background

slows down. I don’t see the wrinkles

on your face, but rather the same

 face as the one you had the day we met. Our lips

touch and I can taste the forbidden

sweetness of honey. As they part,

my lips yearn and want more.