The Sparkling In My Eyes

…brings a rise in my chest and fills me with a warm expanding inward glow when we embrace. There is a connection at such moments I can’t explain but I am certain anyone who looks can see the sparkling in my eyes long after.

From “On the Jellicoe Road” by Melinda Marchetta
When I turn around,
he cups my face in his hands
and he kisses me so deeply
that I don’t know
who is breathing for who,
but his mouth
and tongue taste
like warm honey.
I don’t know how long it lasts,
but when I let go of him,
I miss it already.