“Do you remember our trip to Washington?
When you laid your head upon my chest,
I hoped you wouldn’t hear my heart jump, skip, repeat.
It was the simplest of movements—
Seeming so natural to you,
As if you’d done it a million times before.
I never had someone so close to me like that.
It took me by surprise;
Like when you reached out for my hand,
Or when my lips met yours,
For the very first time.
That felt different.
You lifted your head,
And rested your chin on the back of your hand.
Your palms threw flames through my t-shirt,
Setting every part of me on fire.
I had never felt more vulnerable in my life,
Never felt so seen.
I felt your warm, milk chocolate eyes scan my face,
Like you usually do when we fall silent.
I wondered if you lingered the longest on my scar,
And hoped you wouldn’t feel my chest tightening,
My breath catching,
My heartbeat beating to Thunderstruck.
A soft giggle—
Music to my ears—
Suddenly escaped your lips;
I knew I’d been caught.
I opened my eyes to meet your gaze,
And I found that your eyes
Were forcing themselves to stay awake.
‘So worth it,’ you whispered,
Through the cool night air,
With a small smile on your lips,
Before putting your head back onto my chest.
And it was.
The four-hour drive,
The seven-mile hike,
The hundred and thirty dollars we lost,
And the two fights we had along the way…
It was all worth it.
Seeing thousands of stars in the sky,
Picnicking at the edge of a cliff,
And just being next to you,
At the end of it all,
Just like that:
Entangled and exhausted.
I’d follow you anywhere—
Even if that meant ending up in a cheap motel,
In the middle of nowhere,
Listening to nothing but your breath even out.
And while I focused on just that,
I could finally feel my heart calm down to a steady beat,
Feel my breathing smooth itself out—
Complimenting your sweet, light breaths,
And the whistling winds,
Creating a symphony.
That was the moment I knew
I could love you for the rest of my life,
And that was the moment
That I knew I would.”
Prompt: Write a poem or short story that takes place during an intimate moment.