Standing next to you on your
stage of sand, with the wind
warming my skin and the
moon heating my thoughts,
I didn’t understand how the
stars were a map, or that the
sky was a satellite, or how
I could hear your voice in my
head if your mouth wasn’t
making any sound

but, I could feel your
eyes on me, the
weight of the pauses
between your words, and the
warmth of your breath on
my neck

and, I could hear my
hands, chanting like children
jumping over a spinning
rope, telling me to explore every
possibility of you