Aimee Mackovic

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It meant something – the first time
we kissed, after a walk
along the river, after talking
spirituality under a full moon.

Springtime in Texas. Buzzed,
we let our hearts decide
to meet. Someone new,
they burned. It’s scary

to love; our lips,
like doomed stars, live ablaze –
a spark in a space of darkness,
the sound of love. You are

the hues of sunrise, the gut-punch
of sunset, the drumbeat within.
I believe in the truth –
There is a world in your touch.

There is a world. In your touch,
I believe in the truth
of sunsets, the drumbeat within,
the hues of sunrise, the gut-punch,

the sound of love. You are
a spark in a space of darkness
like doomed stars. Live ablaze
to love! Our lips,

they burned. It’s scary
to meet someone new.
We let our hearts decide.
Springtime in Texas buzzed.

Spirituality under a full moon
along the river. After talking,
we kissed. After a walk,
it meant something. The first time.