How can I stand on his porch step
wandering between my memory of him,
when I can't even reach myself.
My dear night star, move towards the light
where you and I will find so many things
we never could see before,
what makes this evening different,
what makes it unnaturally divine?
You are here, let your soul fly.
Don't hold back.
I listen attentively, resting my back
against his softly rising chest.
Closing my eyelids as I feel the flutter
of fireflies enter my mouth.
Rose, you don't need thoughts to think of me,
you don't need songs to summon me.
Just breathe all for your love, our time.
Swaying blindly, he covers my shoulders,
protecting the chill that has dawned.
As the sounds drift in and out
I pay no attention but tie closer
this connection that won't settle.
And he dances with me
without a care as to who is watching,
and he twirls me carefully
yet I see he lends no eye.
He already knows where I am,
he already knows where I will land.
He has traced every projection of me
into the map of his stars.
Rose, keep me within you
and don't let go of my heart
even when the world tells you to-
come back here to our first dance.
