Del Sol

short poem

And, he tasted like red wine
like a warm day in February
like freedom and fear
like regret and anticipation
like release
like exceeded expectations.
He tasted like everything I had ever wanted
but, too impatient to wait for.
I had been asleep, covered
with the heavy blanket of denial
Until this very moment.
So, now what?
I can't forget you when you touch me
Like that.