I found peace atop a Ferris wheel
wedged in the space between our fingers

Your fingers traced stars against the galaxies of my mouth and I forget to listen to the dark and the celestial.

Your love for me runs true -
Freely, purely, without constraint.
Who am I to stop you?
How am I to want anyone more?

You taste like the sea, the one I've spent years looking out over and wishing it would swallow me whole.

Every time I feel the flames licking at my heels,
you swoop down and save me from being engulfed.
I never have to tell you, you just... do.
How do you do it?
How do you know?

Love is turning the lights on then off again.
Love is polishing the knives and forks and spoons.
Love is wishing you were there, not here.
Love is pushing doors open and gently closing them.
Love is friendship set to music.
Love is youthful springtime.
Love is ripped stockings and black lace.
Love is blue highlighter on your cheek.
Love is old comic books collecting dust.
Love is silent exhales.
Love is, love is, love is...

As I fixed your collar,
my fingertips barely
grazed your pulse
but it was just enough
to feel the blood rushing
underneath your skin.
Pulse quickened: check.
I only had to make
brief eye contact,
look up
and down again,
to see the expansion
of your pupils.
Eye dilation: check.
Don't think that
I didn't
hear or feel
the breath you didn't
realize you
were holding in.
Shortness of breath: check.
Hmm.
Interesting.

A first kiss tells you everything you didn't know about a person.
It let's them know what you really feel about the them without words that you're each afraid to say.
It's a vulnerability, a brief opening of your heart, a little glimpse into your mind.
It's like saying "I have words to express how I feel, but this sums it up better".
It's new.
It's opportunity.
It's spring.
It's sunshine.
It's living.

Did we unknowingly search for each other in the darkest hours?
You, the sun - I, the moon.
They, the opaque night between.
We were hidden.
But finally, the light shone through.
Us, a pair -- a motley two, a mismatched pair of fools.
Is it fate that strings these calico hearts together?
A Higher Power with a guiding hand?
Or is it we who create our own destiny?
Did you find me...
   or did I find you?

Waves crashed onto the deck and when I thought I couldn't be saved, you were the lighthouse at the end of a pier.