Among the newly formed rock,
and aside the thick and mysterious mist,
we saw the skies,
deep, dark, and spotted with twinkling lights,
We also saw eachother. (Alot actually, being the first people to walk this tender planet.)
Sitting across from one another one day,
my hands formed a smile of his lips,
not knowing it,
like a child molding clay for the first time,
and making some unconcious masterpiece.
And his hands rose to my face,
as the tips of his finger spread my mouth,
pushing up the corners and then smoothing his fingers back across.
Space and time, to us, were limitless.
For all we knew this rock that cradled us went on forever, just like the sky above,
that we couldn't the end of.
After that day, we did that all the time,
at everything and everywhere, last week they came together, and that's as far as we've gotten.