On another summer night, her feet are tangled with yours.
Somewhere above you, the moon is smiling.
You look into her eyes and brush the hair out of her eyes, and you smile too.
She lets you drown for a few moments before she asks, How does this end?
You kiss her forehead and say, Like this night, without a whisper, without a leaf stirring, without a star losing its light.
Your fingers dance around hers, and you say, Like the beginning, with a bang, with an explosion that started from nothing, with the whole world watching on.
Your lips are on her neck, and you say, Like a hurricane, without any notice, with the earth begging us to stop, without a single care.
She stares at the sky for eons before answering, Really?
You laugh, and you say, This is what loving you means.