thank you for this
the way you stand
the grasp of your hands
and how you sit along the edges
soft as steel
and warm as everything
i could have asked for
i look at you
like i desire what i see
and the cold air feels
just brisk enough to be right
because when warmth meets cold
and we blend somewhere between
this moment feels
exactly how i wanted it to
i chased this feeling
for too long
through rooms
through people
through nights i thought
might eventually become this
and when it finally stands
in front of you
where you never expected it
without asking to be found
you reach for it
almost carefully
like you’re thankful
just to know it’s there
because what is a life
without grace
without the moment
without stopping long enough
to appreciate
what has been placed before us
this exists
in where we are
in the space between our words
in how we blend
when we speak
and togetherness is
my weakness
the softness of knowing
someone else is here
and choosing not to look away
i look into your eyes
while they’re looking into mine
and my hands drift
somewhere inside the conversation
moving with the words
before i even know
what i am trying to say
but i still sit
here in this moment with you
letting the night move around us
letting the cold air touch
everything we leave uncovered
and realizing
everything i want
does not have to exist
somewhere far from me
sometimes it is here
sitting across from me
looking back
and i love to love this
the ease of it
the warmth inside the cold
the feeling of something
not needing to be chased
like maybe i finally know
where heaven is
not above me
not somewhere after
just here
in a moment
i was present enough
to recognize
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