Let’s be lovers
and speak slow and soft
when the moon reunites itself with the stars
and the words that slip through our lips will
fly upwards like fireflies and
form the clandestine meanings
deep within our whispered confessions
spelled out in the constellations above our heads
sentences gathered and tied
a crown of wildflowers
along with all of the words in between so that
even the broken fragments have
something to hold on to.