We quietly watched the night sky,
counting the luminous points
as our fingers lace together,
I can still feel the sun
cooling from your skin.

I begin to forget when
we last exchanged a sound,
you and I always communicate
just as much through touch.

It is not the quiet before the storm,
what we are sharing now,
no tension clings to this evening air,
because I'm already near
my most calm and still center.

Flashes of later on already write themselves
in the steadily rising pulse that grips me.

Your mouth invading mine,
sweet and demanding,
your taste swarms into me,
a flowing secret honey.

Our hands turning clothes
into fluttering veils that fall away,
I could trace every point on you,
robe your warmth around us
and flood your boundaries with me.

I can still feel the sun
cooling from your skin,
it's another light in you
that covers us here now.

I begin to forget when
we last gave it a name,
this beautiful center we cling to,
the shared pulse we're lost within.

It's not the name that matters,
what we are sharing now,
in this still evening air,
our cells bursting with life
is the most luminous point
I could ever hope to find.