An Ode to Loving Who You're Meant to Love

The feeling of the sun shining on your skin,

the warmth and welcoming of the air before some afternoon rain.

When the rain uncovers the hope

of a rainbow forming after the storm.

The way that the heat of our bodies

are trapped under the thick skin of a fleece blanket,

incense burning at the same rate of a loving heart rate.

There’s no other place I’d rather be.

Pink and orange hues of the sunrise,

a signal of new beginnings.

We watch as the moonlight turns to dawn,

feeling safe on the cold concrete of our shared balcony.

The ceramic of our favourite mugs

chime softly as they’re carried together

before you rest them on our nightstand.

It’s the little things.

An ode to loving who you’re meant to love,

without regards to gender

because all love feels like

honey dripping into bittersweet tea.