Love’s a sentence we finish in capital letters
every heartbeat a bold serif against the white noise.
Comma my waist, exclamation my lips—
let the night autocorrect every maybe into yes.
We’re uppercase gravity, falling upward,
a run-on of skin that no grammar can break.
Hold shift, breathe stars, press enter forever:
this story saves in the cloud of our fused ribs,
all-caps FOREVER, no delete.