If I could weave our love into fabric, I’d steal the stars from the night sky, the galaxy and stitch them side by side on the backdrop of space and time;
And I’d take it and wrap it around the breeze that carries the symphony of our waves, in sync, making each other multiply.
The stuff of a navy silk nightfall, overall, that which consumes from wall to wall
Like the stars in formation, our lives from far and wide collide, intertwine, combust; a candescence in the folds of the heavenly places and our core, it burns like coal, a protostar…we are the fullness on the flip side of a supernova
They haven’t found a word for it yet. A word that circles that which is spring fresh and hot like summer, a word that besets the tumult of my beating heart in my ears or is it my chest when my body faces proximity to the warmth in the air that is your breath, a word that envelops the longing for your words, for your arms that I may rest, for your heart that I might attest, even in death...come what may, a word which conveys the pure exchange of the alchemy we constitute, we arrange, we create
This feeling is as simple and calm as the stars in the sky this night- enchanting and yet complex, wild, intense; a cool fire. In the colour palette of my universe, you bring yellow in every possible hue
And when they build you a constellation, it’ll be Constellation Everywhere
No, not just here and there, but the cosmos of my soul, the ocean that is my will, my will which is everything with which I hold on to thee and the fullness now that is my heart where yours has made it’s reside.You encompass my me.
That science and magic of which you once spoke, I’ll make it with you until time should choose to lay her down to sleep
Always,
I love you
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