We saw a cloud shaped like a heart.
That doesn’t happen in real life
does it?
We were walking hand in hand
beneath a clear blue sky
walking among the trees
among the fiery bursts
of red. orange. yellow
like flickering flames in the wind
amidst a backdrop of green
and you turned to me
and told me to look to the sky
to see a cloud
shaped like a heart.
It was real
and you were real
more real
than anyone I had ever
walked hand in hand with before.
There was never a wall between us
just the steady flow of our words
and the warm look in our eyes
and the soft touch of our hands
as we explore each other
with childlike wonder
touching every nook and cranny
with our wandering words
and eager eyes
and floating fingertips
and lingering lips
until the wee hours
of the morning.
This is real.
This is life.
This is what it feels like
when your eyes
look into mine
when your hands
roam across my body
and bring me
back into my flesh
back into the place
where I feel alive
where I feel your skin
against my skin
and know
that I’m real
and you’re real
and what we feel
we feel together.