and what shall i say when i feel your head curl into the base of my neck? that darling, you are my star, decorating the night between my ears with errant puffs of air from your moon-shy lungs. and like a comet your fingers trail up my arms, warm and sweet, leaving traces of dawn. you sprinkle moondust on my temples, landing satellites in my hair, and all at once i feel the weight of you colliding with an atmosphere that is all together gold: you and i and me plus you, orbiting a love too great to not be shouted from the tips of trees. my lover, you are, too, the birds that nest there and i wonder that you fear your lack of chirping, when i marvel because you fly to me
my darling, my shooting star, i feel your love always like rainfall slowly at first, at first short collision, until it suddenly feels that i am sweetly submerged and with your soft arms around me i am aquatic my fingers stretched like fins.