We made love on the moon,
but we came too soon;
so I took your hand,
and went again.

The night did not end,
and there was no protest
from those watchful stars
off in the backdrop.

You told me your sign,
and I told you mine.
You lent me your mind
so that we could entwine.

Our veins did connect
as did our breaths;
above their concepts,
we shrugged it off.

The light fantastic,
I hoped you’d let it.
The night elastic,
I hoped you’d keep it.

And you did.
I forgot to think
about tomorrow’s color,
and focused on you instead.

You were my favorite shade,
the only one I could see.
Blinded from the rest;
cursed not, but blessed.

Galactic ruins kept us safe
for those that ruin,
hidden under sheets
on our perpetual moon.

We made a cocoon
and never left it.
We sprouted lips
and refused to evolve.

(but time still flew)