In the stillness of a lunar night
kisses slip between shadows,
whispering secrets without breath,
tracing constellations on warm skin.
Each star pulses in tempo—
a heart's leap echoed in astral form,
rhythms of forgotten hymns
embraced by the night's tapestry.
Dreams dance like ethereal wisps,
weaving through melodies unheard,
fractals of thoughts spiral inward,
outward, always longing.
Press your ear to the universe,
listen to its throbbing sigh.
There you find our nocturnal pulse,
entwined, forever—us and the stars.