kissed me in the street, softly. in that moment,

a smile poured from his lips like water from a crystal glass,

covering me completely.

from him came sunbeams. Appalachian sunrise

i felt warm again

"artistic creativity escapes me"

he said

but the music that flowed from his hands, seeped from his skin, leapt from his lap--

every note sang differently.

in the street that day, my knees weakened until they no longer lent me any support.

he traced the outline of my lips with his,

and every fear i've ever felt shrank--

small, to the point of near invisibility.