Retrouvailles (French: the happiness of meeting again after a long time)

It’s been three days since our last embrace—

arms locked like links of chain traced around each other

and morning-dew-doused doe eyes of mine

made breaking away an uneasy ache

but your candied taste still lingers on my lips.

Even in my darkness-draped, unawake states,

I wait for you, but I’m hazy;

head and heart heavy and it’s only been three years,

I mean days

since our last embrace,

but tonight, we’ll tie our ribbon arms into bows

around each other and unwrap presence

that we know in each other.

Your sweet tongue will slur sugar through the dark.

And we’ll wake, weightless hearts—