this must be what
heaven feels like-
my hand is holding onto
your arm
and my head is on your
shoulder
and your hair is brushing
against my cheek
and it's soft
as we're walking.

we talk about little things
but if you felt my heartbeat
it would say everything.
it's racing with nerves
and messy feelings because
i've dreamed of this for
some time.

you know,
wrote poems, made playlists,
turned feelings into art,
because that's what i do.
but no art could come close
to doing you
justice.

i could write for ages
and still not come close to describing
how i'm bursting with butterflies and
feel like i've been brought to life and
how even as my entire body is
nervous i'm also calm as a low tide that's
still touching the horizon
it thought it was too low
to reach.