some time between
one and five in the
morning (exactly when,
i am not sure, but the
earth was quiet, asleep,
still) we…
lost ourselves.

whispered longings
passed between us
like secrets previously
kept hidden; every
movement, every
touch, every breath
was…
delicate.

(like long eyelashes
blinking slowly, like
lips hovering only
moments above soft
smooth skin.)

i've memorized – and
been mesmerized – by
your perfect landscapes,
finding my way in
even the darkest of
nights.