
he puts the stars back into my mouth, i feel i am swallowing galaxies when i look at him; my lungs swell with the force of ten million memories we haven’t made and i am dying to discover; a world together we haven’t built and are just now testing the waters of // maybe is is how god felt when he first touched life, the single great spark of what might come, of what might be. the possibility of dark horizons doesn’t shadow the brightness i feel just beyond, the assurance that the two of us can survive no matter how bad the storm