by Kay Lee
your hand in / mine you can / spin once and / i will spin / twice; you take / onetwothree / sharp breaths, brilliant, / giddy, and / i laugh one / twothreefour / times to make / a harmo- / ny between / our lungs. / then we moved / like two twin- / comets my / skin overlapped / yours and per- / haps i got / lost counting / the stars in / your eyes be- / tween the freck- / les on your / cheeks because / i stepped on / your toes with / my heel. / maybe we / can dance once, / or twice, or / thrice, and may- / be i’ll step / on your foot / four times, and / you will run / your thumbs a- / cross my palm / five times. / maybe the / band will play / six more times, / and then you / will kiss me / seven times, / because it / is your fa- / vorite number. / maybe there / are eight stars / in your eyes. / maybe there / are no numb- / ers that can / describe this- / us, / together, / beneath the / spotlight, bodies / intertwined in the music.
Kay Lee is a tenth-grader attending Korea International School in Seoul, South Korea. She is currently putting together her writing portfolio and was recently accepted into Juniper's Young Writers Program.