Under the mango tree
we ll sleep past noon
you ll show me the stars and
i ll pretend to see each constellation
we ll draw imaginary lines
lines to connect each dot
we ll find all the zodiac signs
as long as i can wake to the sound of your breath
tangled in the sand beside you
i want to fall asleep counting each freckle on your face
but until then i have only the sound of your distant voice