The night was just a canvas hung in black
The constellations dull the beauty slack
I thought the universe had turned its back
And left my fragile wishes off the track
Then your hand brushed against my open wrist
And starlight gathered there in silver mist
I never knew a single touch could twist
The cosmos into something like a kiss
Your heartbeat played a rhythm under mine
A steady drum that kept a holy time
I felt the planets realign in rhyme
As though creation paused to hear the chime
So if the darkness tries to steal the sky
I’ll place my palm in yours and not ask why
For in your pulse the galaxies all spin
And every star learns where it should begin