Hold me,

Let me loose,

Cuddled in that hug.

I imagine a January day,

Cloudy, cold.

I imagine a smile, from afar.

My small hand intertwined with yours.

A hand in your hair, so soft and delicate,

The smell of freshly washed bedsheets,

And a sweet smell of soft lips.

And then, a jump, a dive,

Down, down the waterfall,

freezing water and soaked clothes.

And then who knows,

A smile or

A cry.

Us? Are we still us?

Am I still me?

You

With that shy smile,

But those eyes..

Such deep, true eyes.

Two little worlds of yours.

Worlds so full of you,

Worlds in which my reflection becomes more real than reality itself.

And soft skin,

Cotton candy.

You look at me as if you haven't seen me in years,

but never without knowing me,

Never without seeing right through me.

And I feel helpless,

naked.

You gently touch me,

I shudder at the very memory of that contact.

A gentle quiver, a violent squeeze.

It makes no difference.

It will always be like that,

Neither love nor hate, just both.

Let yourself go.