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so I lan back, lipread the heavens talking on in light,

syllabic stars. I see, at last, they pray at us.

Mr. Raines and I met on one (rainy) March day. We spent a month getting to know one another over the phone before then. Endless conversations, stories, photos and videos of each other were sent. What was missing was the physical. Walking up to each other; seeing one another for the first time, he grabbed my face and kissed me, as the downpour melted between the collision of our lips. He took me into his home and we settled. I laid down on his bed and dissected his atmosphere. A space I imagined up for weeks before hand. He was staring at me. He grabbed a hold of my hand and was silent. “I can feel your sensitivity” he said, as he held me closer. This meant so much. For someone who feels as deeply as I do (all of the damn time) for my energy to be noticed and felt, and even welcomed/ held safe, it made me teary. Looking back, I’m not sure I’ve come across another soul as vulnerable as he was with me, and I, him. He eventually scooped me up and we bled our faces together aquainting tastes. After awhile we slowed and I backed away to look at him. His eyes looked welled. I asked, “What does kissing me feel like?”