Time without end.
We move through the twilight sky,
through noctilucent clouds –
swimmers in a sea of early night,
ice crystals attaching to our skin, reflecting and becoming stars.
Lights in the dark, whorls that pull and tug,
sparks flashing between our skin,
the galaxy unfolding –
our lips together, bodies
a new constellation. Guiding sailors across windswept oceans.