No cover
Open sky
Millions of worlds trying their best to shine down
Their lights are further, maybe.
But they are brighter, all the same.
The air is thick as she learns what it’s like to lean in to him.
She is a caution sign, he’ll read it
and politely acknowledge the suggestion.
He is warm
Like mist blankets over lakes on hidden mornings.
A contrast and a quiet.
She understands what she doesn’t know.
No cover
But here is now.
He taught her to ask.
