Poetry

Lunamoonray

"It started like this:
A spark and everything is amplified.
It's hesitant at first, it's not quite love, not even
Quite like.
You look at him and he looks back, eyes glancing off and away-
He feels a lot like coming home.
His hands feel like something else, hand in hand, not a cold love this time.
All freckles and teeth, he smiles and the world
Forgets to turn.
You're the sky before the rain and he's afterward. Whatever souls are made of,
He is made of the same thing as yours so the silence is tender.
You kneel at church and start to pray but his
Touch feels like a prayer from which there's no word for. 
You think maybe this is a miracle and words
Bounce off the ceiling.
You have thoughts of happiness you didn't know you were capable of
(So does he)"
     -Vivian