the trapeze act was hard to follow

And the world spun on its head the night we first touched, his fingers twirling against my knee, the music just beginning to sigh, watching him walk over the hill, pour coffee into a cup and smile, following the moon together with traces of white breath, dark air, and then our hands touched, and here we are, lying down with smiles on our eyes, and he draws closer, holds me tight, and suddenly every laugh and gesture make sense, and I love him in that moment, I love him tonight.