Serenity.

A warm cup of coffee in cold hands.
Quiet stillness on a porch.
The sounds of water and birds.

A book in my lap, transporting me to another world.

Remind me who I am.
Awaken me.

Call me by my name.
See me with a  piercing cold clarity.

I'll come running.

Another's light fingertips that leave deep gouges in my skin. Is this giving or taking?  

Restless heartbeats intertwined, frantic, exhausted; mixed with explosive breaths.

Skin that isn't mine, both soft and firm.

A body pressed against me.
A merging.
An escape.
A sensation without a thought.

The ability to lose the sense of self to a sense of us.