Inside thin lips, with breaths that melted into the cold air, so many bodies lie in pairs. But under the full moon and the clear, navy, star dusted sky, we are the only pair that can be seen, from near, from far, from the very corner of every star (i hate rhyming). No expectations going in and still none as we come out, we let things happen, falling into each other before the fine hours where we almost fall asleep.