The Stewardessen Breakfast Club

I can still feel it,

that first one.

It started with your fingers slipping between mine,

like two puzzle pieces falling into place,

and everything cascading after them,

unstoppable,

rearranging the stars in a frenzied rush,

finding new places to fall,

your lips settling against mine

and the night settling around us;

infinity in a grain of sand.

It changed everything.

It took my breath away.

N.