"look," she says "there..." her voice cascades up an octave like a whispering melody.
i follow the direction of her skinny arm to the cluster of 3 stars.
Orion's Belt... as if it is her first time seeing it; the magic never fades for her. there's a slight grin painted on her face and it is a beautiful sight to behold. trust me.
her eyes are buoyed to the sky and i watch her in sheer wonderment.
"did you know..." she tapers off and takes a pull on her cigarette. (i love when she begins a thought with "did you know")
"that Orion border's the Gemini constellation to the northeast?"
she knows i am a Gemini, not that it matters. neither of us are into Astrology... it's just that she knows. i envision her reading about Orion's Belt and as her green eyes skim across that piece of information, they light up like electricity... she keeps it in her pocket and takes it out at precisely the right moment; while we are standing under a blanket of sky, her and i.
why did she pick me to love like this?
we stand quiet, for dramatically stretched out moments, each lost in our own galaxies. the sky the color of burnt coffee. the peculiar December air kissing our exposed skin. i think of how she is the only human whom i could sit with in silence, for hours, yet feel as though i've just had the most incredible conversation.
she reaches for my hand just then, as if she can read my thoughts.
it's milky smooth and friendly. i want to take charge of her body and encapsulate her with mine, but i hesitate... i can sense she is somewhere deep. so i resort to tangling my fingers within hers...
so she knows i'm here.
because, for her, that's enough.