Please Love Me

“In terms of flower language, tiger lilies mean please love me.”

 I recall your first words to me before slipping into that world where only you and I exist.

Your lips pressed gently against my back, hands barely there as the tips of your fingers ghost across the expanse of my skin. The shadow of your touch makes me lose all my senses as I drown in your warmth, and with closed eyes, I revel in the feeling of you. 

The curves and edges of our bodies fit together so perfectly as if they were made to, melting into each other as our hearts dance together to the sound of their own beating. It makes me dizzy with feeling.

In this moment, with your body flush against mine, your fingers threading themselves with mine seamlessly, I feel your chest rise before you ask me if I think love, is an illness.

The low and sweet tone of your voice pulls me out of the pool of my mind, and dripping in your touch, I slowly nod my head: yes. You proceed to ask me in a soft whisper if I want to be cured.

I breathe in your scent, falling deeper into you while I slowly exhale, the warmth of your body seeping into my skin and flowing through my veins, bringing me to life and I keep my eyes closed, resting in your arms before speaking.

“Never.”

And it’s with that one word I feel you pull me even closer, holding me tight, your touch electric as you press my lips against yours. 

Suddenly everything comes to a blissful stop.

 I feel flower buds grow in my throat and lungs. I don’t know which flowers they are yet but as you hold me, I can feel them slowly growing and twisting their vines and leaves around my ribs, winding into my heart so warmly.

Your closeness is home to me, and I feel myself fall into you deeper and deeper as your hands hold me closer and tighter. Eyes closed and all I can feel is your lips on mine, your love spilling into my mouth, trickling down my throat and watering those flowers in my heart. They grow even more, so close to blooming, and that’s when I feel it.

With your heart against mine, your eyelashes heavy, cheeks stained from the tears that had rained down your face, I take your chin a delicate hold and look into your golden eyes.

Read my mind I want to say but I refrain as I stare into those orbs of sunlight and come to the realization that you deserve to hear it.

Oh you…

My home. My moon, my stars, my sky. My everlasting light, never burning out and always glowing brighter than any sun in any universe.

I feel the vines inside me grow and the flower buds twist and open before miraculously blooming into big, bold tiger lilies.

“I love you.”

Please love me.