That luminous night
As we lay under the starlight
Taking in the moon rising from beyond
.
Fingers almost touching
Eyes almost meeting
Heartbeats almost slowing
.
It wasn’t love
It surely wasn’t a promise
Only a hint of a what-if.
.
Yet the present was ours
The world infinite in the grasp of our gravity
At the center of the universe were we
Some almosts are beautiful 🙂 Written for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt “Luna”
An Armchair Perfectionist 