if i imagine stardust laid over your cheekbone, i can brush memories across a universe with the back of my hand. a home i may return to should you ever open the doors of our time together. i can not read a future in the turkish coffee you’ve tipped upside down to bleed out onto its plate, but in prayer, it is your hands i hold as the world dissolves. it is your voice i hear while the lights close. the noise of eternal color that softens just in time to pierce the walls of an iron silence closing its fist over our dreams. hidden in your breath is the sound of all that could be possible. in this stare, we are infinite.