Every first time

Every first time I see her
eyes shine, heart skips,
and I pay homage
to countless cliches,
in vain looking for tools
to sculpt her, with words.

Every first time I touch her,
she looks at me,
touches me
as if it's her first time, too.

Every first time we share,
something you'd thought I'd have done long ago,
I smile, silent and silly,
because I'm young again.

The normal rules are shattered,
like a broken glass I first forgot I was holding,
and let drop,
shattering,
savoring the sound

Every first time I leave her,
I know it's not forever;

but it feels like it might be.

...


So every time I see her,
touch her,
share with her the smallest thing,
it's a whole new first time.

And I smile, silent and silly,
because I am young again.