The Exchange

I said I'm not looking for love, 

But, I find myself yearning.

For the sweetest exchange between people, 

For two souls to get tangled.

For the fairytale I was promised by my Mother,

For the kingdom,  

I was promised by my Pastor. 

Where all we do is kiss, 

And every touch is bliss,

Where we don’t even shut our eyes- 

Instead, we stare into the pit of black pools  

Stretching and shrinking with our excitement,  

As  our skin leaks sweat from our pores, 

And we exchange breaths; 

Inhaling oxygen and CO2 

Exchanging heartfelt “I love you’s”