Adam put my hand in his hair and asked me if he looked nice tonight.

You look like you’ve been traveling on the wind a long time;
Your eyes, a whirlpool of brown and green,
Lent to you by the earth.
Dark when the sky turns, clears when the water escapes through the river.
And as the tidal waves calm; storm passes, your eyes lighten.
I feel your heartbeat slow
And your eyelids no longer feel the need to keep watch;
red roots no longer take your peace for nutrients.

You look like you’ve been taking pebbles and cactus flowers along the way to rest.
You’ve been guided by the other particles on their way to becoming,
To travel faster in your chosen direction.
And to catch a ride on the wind when it’s lazy; tamed by the hot sun.

You look like you were first formed someplace in outer space
You look like the great beyond, all that’s happened along with being narrowly avoided,
and a vintage kitchen toaster
all collided with the force of fate.
And their death - the dust -
Was solidified by the hot American sun, and made your body.
And when you stood, everything else realized it also could.
You brought the sky down to kiss the solid ground.
You said it was easy, anyone could do it.

I reach my cupped hand in the water searching for salt.
Just a speck will do.
Placid- you stand in my hand, you look up with wind behind you now.
You’ve been searching along time for a place to be that’s only yours.
You tilt your neck back and sigh.
And river beds form for you in the crevices of my hand.
You trace the ivy up my arm,
Up to my shoulder
We can watch people, places and things rise and fall,
In sync with the movement of your chest.
I straighten my hand
Come stand beside me now.

So yes, you look nice tonight,
When I see you
All I can see is the heart-stopping feeling of staring into the eyes of everything that was, is, and could be.
Your love is not the only thing you’ve done, not even the greatest-
But it’s the best thing that
i
have ever seen.