almost.

our feet gave off heavenly hums of heat. holding hands, we swept up every bit of joy and named it after one another. you were my keepsake and me? your amulet. a couple of good luck charms in the flesh. and lord knows we refused to entertain coincidence. through us, we learned the weight of a hand in good faith. we taught each other to speak up straight, like God was listening. there was a bellow when we met. lightening striking a million wombs, I think we may have even frightened Karma. Or at least kept it at bay. the power of two hearts in an endless sway, making a new day, every day. we tasted freedom the same, music sat in our mouths identically. a twin to me. euphoria was the flavor of our nostalgia and we spun around for so long that we almost became timeless. we almost became perfect. squinting, we almost saw the lining, glistening in gold; dripping onto the mantle of our souls.