I sail the night on a sanctuary ship,
your heartbeat drums in the cabin’s dim.
Cities of neon sink astern like melting sugar,
wind combs the deck, braiding starlight into your name.
We speak in vinyl crackle, slow rain on the mast,
every breath a compass rose pointing to quiet.
If dawn ever finds us, let it find us like this—
two shadows stitched by moon-thread,
adrift yet anchored in the hush between waves.