(escapril, day 13: celestial bodies)

The way your fingers twine with mine under the table

Is something rare and bright.

Pull me outside, stumble over tree roots in your haste.

I laugh as you find me again,

Hands sliding down the air to find the particular curve of my hand.

A frisson of energy lights up the air in the damp darkness of early spring.

Watch it glow, reflect it in your brown eyes.

We lie in the dirt.

You face upwards to the stars.

I prop myself up on one elbow to look at you.

There’s the smell of wet grass and smoke in my hair.

You’re losing the softness of a dream.

I used to have to squint to see your outline.

Now it’s burned into the back of my eyes like sunlight,

There even when I shut my lids tight.

The magic about us is the space in between,

And the way it pulls us together.