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.