When the Tides Held the Moon

by Venessa Vida Kelley

What I said next came out in Spanish. Because all my truest thoughts were in Spanish and because I knew he understood it.

“Río,” I whispered, out of breath, and not from wheezing. “You make me feel like I’m kissing the tides.” “Benigno,” he whispered back. “You make me feel like I am holding the moon.”