Night Sky

The night sky

is a canvas

painted with stars

and we are two

fugitive artists

scribbling of our love

across the universe

leaving traces

of our passion

in every constellation

We are

an unfinished poem

words scattered

like fallen leaves

in the garden

of our passion

waiting for

the next stanza to bloom

You unfold the pages

of my thoughts

Breath by breath

our eyes meet

in intimate quivers

Careful whispers within patterns

As fingers dance

in two places at once

Touch by touch

the garden of sweet smells

Let our lips satisfy

their perpetual thirst

Undress my soul

inch by inch

swallow me slow