Time alone with you,
Moonlight drips like honey on the quiet roof,
Your breath writes jazz in cursive on my skin;
We bend the clocks until the numbers cry mercy,
Every second a velvet chord unresolved.
I trade my tomorrow for an extra now,
Let the world spin blind outside our window—
Here, the universe folds into your palm,
And I am just a ripple in your slow-motion glow.