We dance
in a room
painted black
where stars

dot our eyes,
the smell of
lilacs
touching our lips

once we
intertwine.
Our bodies
are a symphony

weaving together,
every limb
another instrument,
composing

what Beauty
would be defined as.
We are flowers
with thorns and stems

lacing together.
We are lilacs
in the dark,
dancing in

an endless dance
of belief,
beauty,
and belonging.