THE LITTLE PLACES BY STEVEN HARZ

I want to love you again
in all the little places
because these are ours alone,
in the quiet where no one can see us.

I want to love you
in the moment
I first saw you,
with dancing eyes and squinted smile.

I want to love you
in the minute
you first held my hand,
and I memorized your fingerprints.

I want to love you
in the three seconds
before our first kiss,
knowing soon the whole world would change.

And I want to love you
in the first hour
I drowned in your bed,
in the depth of pillows and seas of blankets.

It is not in the grand gesture where
I want to live and love you,
but rather in the small and the sweet
and the endlessly unforgettable.