Others have sat in this seat before you.
Some with the same name
some with similar minds
some with the same avocation
but none with the same eyes.
You are not the first to hold me closely,
to replace my name with sweet nothings.
Different fingers have been laced in mine
and traced constellations in my mind
But you are the first to ask before a kiss
to hold my frightened heart and ease the panic with just a breath.
My name has danced along other’s minds
and been the hook in handwritten songs
but never has it had the same connotation as it does when coming from your lips.
I didn’t believe there was a new way to feel this.
I had been convinced that every lover coming after would simply be a mock image and attempt of what preceded it
but none of those past ghosts haunt me any longer,
not when I’m with you.
I find myself wading in your eyes and I feel safe,
safely surrounded by you and all that the world is when we are together.
Although you are not the first to sit in this seat,
your name will certainly be carved in.
