I remember the stars and the sky from that night;
the flecks of peeling paint from the ceiling,
the light from your hallway, reflected in you. 
That was the universe than. 
The river rocked us, pushing wild winds through our hair,
trembling, with heavy breaths and locked eyes,
splatters arrayed ourselves,
making up all that we are now.
The shadows crept up engulfing us, 
the light gently swaying on skin,
casting strange figures around us
as we dive deeper and deeper into wild things.