souls entangle

his fingers ran up and down her ribs;
tracing her entire skeletal frame so gracefully.
her fingers  brush against his checks;
where his freckles spread out like constellations.
his body pressed against hers, she can feel the heat.
but is not enough to warm her ice cold heart.
he whispers the opposite of lullabies in her ear.
and their souls entangle, in a dance of movement.

they leave their bodies behind and dance past stars
and planets. straight to the cosmos.
and when they came back down lay under the starry sky
and tell of their travels.
as a star falls they turned and said in agreement:

broken things are always prettiest.