before the first breath 
of the cosmos
we were an unspoken syntax
tangled in the black
velvet throat of the void
there was no calendar 
to bleed us dry
no horizon to split the dark 
into yesterday and tomorrow
we existed in the unmeasured space
between a sigh and the spark
a quiet architecture of gravity
waiting for a universe to inhabit
you were silence
and I was listening
we did not need light 
to find each other
we were already the warmth
that the cold
unborn stars
would later try to mimic