We watched the vapor trails pull like shoe strings across the sky
my hand holding yours
the acid bubbling in our brains
the threat of death not yet present
our fears not yet concerning our age or wisdom.
We feared one another,
afraid our flaws meant something
uncertain of how people talk but we tried anyway
and the skin of our arms were touching
and it was warm
and it felt like it was supposed to
and no one could touch us.