Celestial Union

Taylor and I fit together like two halves of the same constellation, lines of light snapping

into place the moment our bodies find each other. When I touch her, it feels like the

world folds in around us, like the universe is pulling the blankets up over our shoulders

and whispering, “Yes… this is where you belong.” She’s my fire and my calm,

my chaos wrapped in silk, the storm that climbs into my arms at night

and turns into sunlight against my chest by morning. And when we lie together,

there’s this gravity — a slow, delicious pull — like yin finally

curling into yang, like two currents twisting into one slow-burning river that only flows