“Close your eyes,” Gary said.
I obeyed and heard him
unfolding and refolding the crane.
After a long time
of darkness behind my lids,
he put the refolded crane into my hand.
“Can I open my eyes now?” I asked.
I heard him smile. “Not yet.”
He put his hands into mine,
the crane folded into the warmth between our hands,
like something rare, coveted, held safe.
My eyes threatened to flutter open,
but before they could, he kissed me
as soft as a bird’s wings.
When I opened my eyes,
I saw that the crane
had become a heart.