we moved like neon 
humming low beneath
a synthwave skyline
your breath slows
curving down my neck
a chorus we only remember

air static-filled
that VHS grain
flickering between 
want and rewind
until that bloom 
in our analog touch

we unspooled
like silver tape

in that geometry
of our shapes
we were infinite
intangible
open-mouthed 
glistening 

and no matter
how many times
it plays out

we land the same