Wondrous, the night spills silver across the rooftops,
every heartbeat a lantern floating upstream.
Your laughter cracks the city’s black glass—
sudden constellations learn our names.
We spin on the axis of a single breath,
gravity forgetting its laws for us.
Even the river pauses to listen,
holding the moon like a secret it can’t repeat.
If dawn must come, let it come through our ribs,
two suns rising where ribs part like curtains.