Each Day

Each day is as the first.

The bashful beating of my heart,
when we lock fingers,
reminds me to never depart.
Thoughts weigh up
on my mind and shoulders
of us growing older,
lasting together, forever,
and praying that the heavens
shield us from its stormy weather.
Yet, we know we need to grow.

So let’s dance in the rain,
washing away the pain and
reveal that love will remain the same.
And every tomorrow will be like our first day.
I’m so insatiable when our lips tangle
that I selfishly relieve the need for
self-control.