At first sight

It must have been the way your hands
wrapped themselves around the cup,
holding it gently,


I think I wanted to know
how that felt:
to be small, to be warm,
to be loved.

Poem by Jessica Grace Sparks

The moment before we kiss

not heavy or loud,
creating the phrases that capture me
you make even the simple,
the quiet and theĀ unseen,
spread, travel, envelop
everything that I am
becoming everything that you see,
and then we kiss.

Poem by Jessica Grace Sparks