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
I’d rather be
than with you