Love Song

What are the possibilities,

the likely percentages,

of falling in love with her,

having never met?

Falling into her eyes–

drowning–

resurrecting yourself a better person?

Having never met,

how can you tangle your fingers

in her gentle hair,

knowingly running your hand

along her side until it can finally rest,

having conquered the low slope of her hip?

Is it possible,

having never met,

to know her kiss,

to kiss back–

deeply–

serenely–

with gentle force,

as if her mouth is your favorite flavor

and you must taste as much as you can,

but must also hold back,

take your time–

savor.

Having never met,

how do you explain knowing her smell?

Not the smell of her shampoo or soap,

her natural, beautiful scent.

The sweet, salty smell

of her sweat as you lie together–

front to back–

arm in arm–

legs entangled;

each of you laughing to yourself

about how lucky you are,

wondering if the other knows

just how much you need them.

What is the chance of knowing,
having never met?