Safe again, the night exhales your name,
neon rivers hush, folding into gray.
Your ghost-light fingers braid my trembling frame;
we orbit silence where the sirens once lay.
Breath slows to vinyl crackle, hearts re-spin,
every scar a streetlamp left on for us.
In the hush between two beats we begin—
no past, no future, just this trembling hush.
Hold me until the world unclenches its fist;
dawn will find us wrapped in cobalt mist.