Can we dance on the moon?

Where the constrictions of gravity are non-existent,

And your kiss contributes to the persistence of lifting.

Can we float aimlessly throughout space?

And everytime there is a moment that we make we will leave stars in it’s place.

Forming constellations that map in chronological order

The memories that made our love story fall exactly into place.

Can we blame my sudden lack of oxygen on us leaving the troposphere?

Instead of getting into the fact that you constantly take my breath away.

Can we finally do something about those avoided stares we share?

The sudden lookaways and stifled words we never dare say.

Meteor crash into each other,

Instead of orbiting the issue at hand.

Can we come together to form a metaphorical moon?

And when the people who aren’t as far out as us look up,

We will only show the parts of us that we want seen,

Quarters and halves and eventually when we are ready wholes.

Can we stop running away from each other as quickly as we came?

Like shooting stars across a night’s sky.

Besides, aren’t you tired of people just wishing on us.

Anyway if this is all too much to ask,

Can I at least hope the stars align to map a constellation that leads straight to your heart?