Perhaps it was the way our bodies curved together;

Perfectly parallel

If lines could sing, there might be harmony

Or maybe it was the way he planted kisses

Like tiny seeds along my spine and shoulder blades

To trace maps with fingertips;

All of the places that would guide us apart

Moving east to west,

Occasionally marking spots with an X

But here lies a feeling of infinity,

Something cosmic

Some indescribable collision

Capable of shifting time