Your skin,
A silk canvas
Wrapped around you like stars
That cling to the night.
Your fingers,
Lonely threads
Tangled through mine
To make our tangled skein.
Staring at your diamond eyes
The moon passes over,
Weaving heart beats and their melodies
Before it sinks back into memory.
The sun rises brightest,
Brighter than before.
You start to melt
And I catch you in cupped hands.
Holding you to my lips
I drink you in
Until your slip-quicksilver courses through my veins,
With every subtle sip.
Pooled between my palms,
I’ll pour you in the wishing well
Thinking of the thread count
Of our fingers laced together
And how the only things to ever match it
Were our drunk thump heartbeats.