We painted galaxies
on the inside of where
our souls reside.
The walls dripped
with stars
and fell onto our hands.
We touched each other’s skin
until we both became cosmic
in the off-light through the window.
We made love and created flowers
from the union.
They grew around our bodies
while we huddled together
as if trying to lose
where you end
and I begin.
Our legs tangled
and our fingers intertwined.
Your lips pressed to mine.