the stars lined our heartbeats

Deimos

we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in

For as long as he remained, existed, lived and breathed, he wouldn’t forget the sound, the resonance, the sublime acceptance of his offer on her lips. Yes, always, yes; like they’d found eternity between once-broken chords and fractured souls. Mended little by little, intertwining along the known and the uncertainties, compelled in different directions and caught in intangible ethers, eternally drawn into one another’s orbits. Sometimes difficult to fathom, just how and why and when, until it was always the sun along his horizons instead of constant clouds or brooding darkness, shifting more and more into the light. Even when it blinded, even when it scorched, even when it seared, until it comfortably kissed upon his skin and stretched its familiarity in stars and stanzas and refrains of their radiance, their reverence, for one another. Then it was friendship and family and comrades and - then it was her.

Held and held and held upon and against and within, eyes widening only to stare and absorb, only to be swarmed and swallowed in her essence, in some vivid disbelief; taking in her smile, her grin, brilliant, beaming, chiseling and sculpting it down into his memories, into the spun measures of his mind. On a tease, on a taunt, because they’d crafted something out of goading and provocations, on rising challenges and feats to the stars, she pulled nearly away – hands on his chest coiled and summoned a rumble beneath the muscles; a snort ensued after her statement.

Perhaps it’d been a joke, a hoax, an instigating measure of its own to reveal his hand, and there hadn’t been anything to begin with. He laughed, shaking his head too, enclosed in their sanction of ridiculousness, already maneuvering along in tandem to the music in the distance. “You have given me all I need,” a wink, a wrinkle to his nose, impish and devilish in his decree, cheeks dimpling slightly, grabbing hold of her left hand, lifting it to his lips. There he pressed, stoked, caressed a light kiss, over knuckles, over skin, before plucking the ring out of its box, intending to slide it along her finger.

keep the ones who
h e a r d y o u
when you never said a word