You Knew You Were Mine Before I Touched You
You knew.
Don't pretend you didn't.
The moment I looked at you
from across the room,
something shifted in your chest,
some quiet rearranging,
like furniture moved in the dark,
everything in a different place
by morning.
You felt it before my hands,
before my mouth,
before a single point of contact
between your skin and mine.
You felt it in the way
I walked toward you
without hurry,
without hesitation,
like a man who had already decided
and was simply
closing the distance.
That's when you knew.
I saw it in the way you stood differently,
some unconscious preparation,
your body understanding
what your mind
was still negotiating,
your breath already
answering questions
I hadn't asked yet.
The first touch was just confirmation.
My hand at the small of your back,
barely there,
a whisper of intention,
and you leaned into it
like you'd been waiting
your entire life
for that exact pressure
in that exact place.
There.
That's the moment.
That's when mine became fact.
Not claimed by force.
Not taken.
Given.
That's the difference.
You offered that lean,
that involuntary surrender,
that soft collapse
toward something that finally
felt like certainty.
I traced your jaw
and you closed your eyes
before I arrived,
trusting the direction of me,
trusting what was coming,
and that trust
that extraordinary,
fragile,
devastating trust
is the most intimate thing
you ever gave me.
More than the body.
More than the night.
The closed eyes.
The leaning in.
The yes before the asking.
You knew in the quiet
before my mouth found yours,
in that suspended moment
where the whole room
held its breath,
where time did that thing
it only does
in the space between
almost
and finally.
And when I kissed you,
it wasn't a beginning.
It was a homecoming.
Two people arriving somewhere
they recognized
without ever having been.
You were mine in the looking.
Mine in the walking toward.
Mine in the closed eyes
and the lifted chin
and the breath you forgot to keep.
The first touch
didn't make you mine.
It simply said
out loud
what your body
had already been
whispering
from the moment
you felt me
decide you.
And you've been mine
in every silent moment
since.