Yours was only a hand, delicate and gentle. Mine was only a waist, never pampered by touch or love. It was but a silly heart, pounding against my chest. It was only a kiss, under the stars, in the pouring moonlight.
A moonlit dance beneathe constellations not Taurus or Gemini, Delphinus or Orion but stars we named together linking lines from star to star hands pointing in air so cold a tear falls and another leaving a roadmap on my cheeks that you chase chase chase lifting the palm of your hand so cold to the touch I shiver feeling the beauty of my tears that glisten like Venus in the midnight sky of this cold Parisian night you smile in jest and I misplace the space between you and I and that sky whispering "do you love me?" how could I resist the beauty of our second to last kiss.
And so here we are Page after page Hearts on fire Exposing parts unseen Beneath harden surfaces Wounds unclean Broken still we dream On and on we pen And so we breathe again