We were not content to sit on grass under moonlight. The sky was not enough. The earth was not enough. Our bodies were not enough. So we stood, lips open as though we could sip from the stars, sup on midnight without facing the exquisite dessert of the pain we'd carried on our backs, up the mountain to this literal and metaphorical peak. Sat down beneath the weight of a breaking love, the stars shards of shattered dreams, twinkling beyond the reach of tongues which once sought each other and now stretched upward with the intention of reingesting hope.