Orbit

I never thought I’d feel this way—never thought I’d let anyone this close. Intimacy, with him, is not only found in the warmth of his embrace or the feeling of his lips on mine—but also in the late nights spent folding laundry together and the evenings spent making piñón in my kitchen. Closeness, with him, is not only found in intertwined fingers and tangled limbs—but also in movie nights that run into the early hours of the morning and Spotify jam sessions on Facetime on week nights.

I never thought I’d feel this way—never thought I’d find such joy in simplicity. He makes things simple. With him, the sky is always blue, for the clouds part at the sound of his voice. Flowers bloom at his feet. His smile is the sun, and I am caught in its orbit. He is sturdy like the mountains that reach into the heavens. He is gentle like the tides of the Caribbean Sea. He softens my sharp edges and calms my storms. He is safety. He is peace. He is bliss.