The Gravity of a Shared Breath

I drift through the neon arteries of this city like a stray comet, my soul suspended in an airless void where people speak but never touch. I have become glass and stardust—translucent to all who pass by.
Then he arrives. He does not walk; he orbits me with a quiet intensity that bends time around our shared silence. When his hand brushes mine at the rain-slicked crossing, it is as if an entire planetary system has aligned in one singular point of contact. I feel my internal atmosphere ignite—a sudden warmth blooming from within like a newborn sun.
We retreat to his apartment where the city lights below are merely distant galaxies spinning beneath us. In the weightless space between our heartbeats, he whispers that I am not invisible; I am simply luminous in a way most eyes cannot bear.
As we lean closer, their breath mingling like solar winds colliding in deep space, my skin begins to glow with this emerald light—the color of home and healing. To be loved by him is to finally escape the cold vacuum of isolation and fall softly into an orbit where I am known, held, and utterly weightless.

Editor: Zero-G Voyager