The night you strung chritmas lights across my closet and covered the floor in a sea of pillows for hot boxing, I knew I loved you

Gustav Klimt

and I see the moon's craters in your eyes, magical devious disinterested breather of all that is celestial, come back home behind my ribcage, where you always fit best, precious snowflake tasting of sugar and grapefruit, bitter sensuality, we are closer worlds apart, projections of our love, boundless passion holding still for your return, set aside your heartbeat humming next to mine, I fall asleep to the lullaby of our hearts making love.