there was something about those nights
i laid illuminated
by the light of my phone
and the light of her
with the blankets as drawn out
as the silence between rooms

i thought about the little moons
and craters that lay within her eyes
and the constellations that ran
across her lips and down
the deepest crevices
of her neck
like a marathon

i want to go to space
but not the one that floats
above the ceiling
or even below it
but the one that lies within her
and within me