before first touch

You stood—
close enough
for the air to change.

Cool at first—

not for long

A softness moved through the mist,
settling lightly
against your skin,

raising something there
you hadn’t asked for.

goosebumps—

one,
then too many
to follow

the valley
learning you

The river held its pace,
slow, deliberate —

as if it knew
what warmth does
when it meets cold.

You didn’t move.

Not when the air
grew closer.
Not when the quiet
found your breath.

There was a glow —
not in the light,
but just beneath your skin,

spreading
where the mist
had touched first.

You stayed
just past
the moment
you would have left

Long enough
for something in you

to begin—

matching
the water’s pull

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