A Moment With You

Your hand rests against mine,
and I feel the sky open inside my chest.
The stars are not distant—they answer
in the quiet pulse between us.

You tilt your head,
and for a moment the universe leans closer.
I know then that eternity is not above us
but here, in the breath we share.

I look at you,
and the Milky Way feels small.
What need have I for galaxies,
when all the light I seek is already yours?