Your lips
A question asked by the moon
Against my skin
Tumbling down my chest

As you near
The stars grow quiet
Even my breath
Crumples like a cocktail napkin
Under the weight of our intimacy
(The way you twist
To reach your cell phone in bed)

I have kissed you in elevators
Between raindrops
and reckless thoughts -
A secret party for two
As sacred as a lone cathedral
In a century that never happened

Love is the soft ruin of better judgement
It is not to be understood
It is to be held

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