Constellations

fingers trace 
constellations on my skin
mapping a path to hearts 
that beat in rhythm
promises are whispered 
into the folds of darkness 
carried by the winds to be woven
into dreams that linger 
far beyond the night’s end
the night held 
a silent understanding 
that words cannot capture 
a canvas where we are painted 
with the brushstrokes 
of stolen moments

and I know
that as darkness comes
there is nowhere else
Iโ€™d rather be
than with you

19 thoughts on “Constellations

  1. Lucky fingers, getting to trace constellations on your skin! โค๏ธ This is a very beautiful poem Jennifer!

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