We dance
in a room
painted black
where stars
dot our eyes,
the smell of
lilacs
touching our lips
once we
intertwine.
Our bodies
are a symphony
weaving together,
every limb
another instrument,
composing
what Beauty
would be defined as.
We are flowers
with thorns and stems
lacing together.
We are lilacs
in the dark,
dancing in
an endless dance
of belief,
beauty,
and belonging.
Written 6/7/13.