Serena Malcolm

Kiss me
like we’re eighteen years old,
Standing in Paris
waiting for our lives to unfold.

Hold my hand
with the innocence of that boy
who once handed me a rose
and fixed my heartache with the joy.

Look at me
just like you did at first;
Like if you ever looked away
your very soul would likely burst.

Love me
like the years just fell away
and then love me like I loved you
when that’s all there was to say.