The first time,
you lay before me as magnificence –
the stars and the moon
were the clothes you wore –
a gift to my blackest of nights.
And while in your arms, I raced with you
through sun and sky, and as the earth
turned only to feel your heartbeat,
I swear, I trembled when I felt it too.
You had no edges or centre – you
were love, and I trembled.
And I miss you.