pink skin, chilled knuckles
milky, swirling constellations
hide on top of mountains
and breathe stardust
into your lungs
fingers interlocked
a quiet kiss
a quieter sunset bleeding
orangish-redish-gold
into the horizon
... and love is love is love
empty roads disappear
into the twilight
a pulsating bassline
erupts from the radio
choked laughter, aching ribs
cracked windows, biting wind
singing too sore
joy unspoken
only present and resonant
in the slowing hour
... and love is love is love
as you start loving her
she'll become more pretty
then you last remember
and her laugh will
dance around your heart
as you start loving him
he'll become more handsome
then you last remember
and his eyes will draw you in
warmer and softer
... and love is love is love