the strangers

let's hide
in the shadows
of each room
and pretend
we don't know each other
as our lips
make up for lost time
and the awkward rhythm
of first impressions.

let's speak
with only our skin
and invent words
for the way it feels
to touch each other.

you go first.

this time,
make it count.
make me remember
the way it felt
to kiss you
for the first time.

make me remember
why i couldn't conjure dreams
until the morning after
i saw you.

let's immerse
our hands in joy
and touch each other
then follow the curves
of our fingerprints imprint

can you see where they differ?
can you see where i curve upward
and you go down,
spiraling into the same circles?

let's change our direction
and hide
in the shadows
of each room
and explore the mysteries
behind secret doors ...

you go first.