Mine

Falling came with gentle recognition,

So this was what the poets often described,

As I traced shimmering lips with mine,

Their breath was a sonnet on my tongue,

The kiss was a silent spoken word act,

Exchanging love letters between two minds,

Piercing hip bones clicked against my own,

I traced softly crafted yet freckled skin,

My heart longed to peck each tiny spot,

Claiming the flawed beauty within,

A bit of a fringe tucked beyond the ear,

With a tender whisper to my eager eyes,

'How lucky I am to have you' is said,

'What luck indeed to call you mine'

I'm Kaila Patterson and I'm a teenage author and activist based in Ireland.