Nicole Johnson

We sat on the front porch with our feet dangling over the steps.
The sun was going down and the sky nearly wept.
Your arm brushed against mine, suddenly our fingers intertwined.
One hand combed through my hair, while the other rested on my cheek.
Your lips inched closer and took me by surprise.
When they pressed against mine, it was absolutely divine.
The scale tipped as our breath caught within our chests.
We sat there for hours in awe of one another.