this morning, my radio conspired to keep us together. i just brushed the edge of my neck as broken jazz filled the car, and I made that same incredulous-but-pleased face you see every time you stare at me.
soon and very soon (i hope), you will see that my mind's made up. the words escape, and eyes like verbs, and hands that know and must keep knowing. all it takes is a few almost impossibilities. but we breathe each morning against all odds. why should attraction not know the same rules?
maybe it's not impossible. maybe it's inevitable. maybe the only force between us is gravity, but it's certain, and it seems to get the job done.