It’s begun. The
part that includes
holding hands and kissy moments:
My forehead, your cheek,
one another’s hands, lips. They feel easy,
and the glances of acceptance we share
long after I leaned in
to a wide life and roommate
after roommate. You keep seeming to be
the best fit yet and

when you kiss my shoulders and back,
it’s one of the constant varied reminders
that this unexpected Bluegrass half the country
away from my Rocky Mountain home state
is where I was meant to find
something my soul always sensed
after the thaw in the middle of a sleepy spring.