Secret Worlds

            First time I kissed her was on her tiny front porch in between the warm house and the lawns, streetlamps, and rain. We kept finding ourselves in in-between worlds like that. On a roof, between the stars and the earth, we could exist as if we were the only two beings in a secret world.

            We’d explore our latest universe. Sometimes it would be small, about the size of my arms around her. Sometimes it would be enormous, bigger than either of us could comprehend, and we’d both say we were incredibly lucky to have found one another in it.