Your lips can be the signature,
writing your name on me
over and over again
on every page between the shadows,
the loving contrast to my darkness.

Swaying together beneath Heaven's lid,
the sky's silent infinity pierced
by the starlight covering you and I,
I'll think about it much later on,
the innocence in such moments.

The inescapable gravity
that pulled your lips to mine,
how the winds have been growing
warmer with the coming season.

How each gust seems to wrap around
our nervous frames like lonely limbs
and I don't question this gentle momentum,
I don't believe some things are accidental.

I believe we love in fragments at first,
its entirety would be too powerful
for us to pronounce and touch
and fold ourselves into all at once.

If I'm right about that in any way,
I already loved you then,
your taste already carved a place
between the lens and shadows,
the loving contrast to my dark side.

Your heartbeat can be the signature,
morse code tapping against skin,
through to the blood and bone beneath,
forever writing your secrets into me.

Swaying together beneath Heaven's lid,
I refuse to believe that some hearts
are so entirely pierced by coincidence.