The room is silent, save the heavy breaths and deep sighs.
All is calm,except for the chills you trace across my skin with every touch, whether it's light or fervent.
The one heart beating is steady, and in the blink of an eye, racing.

I can still see you across from me,
bare-chested and smiling.
I can close my eyes and feel the soft contours of your geography.
It compliments mine quite beautifully.
Shadows fall upon the creases of your skin, such as twilight upon a river. And how I so badly wish to swim those waters and feel myself indulged in all it has.

In the morning, golden light washes upon your skin as if the sun itself couldn't get under it enough.
I mimic its movements, touching upon every inch of your landscape possible, even attempting to reach into your universe and to make my own constellation.

Like waves crashing
Down Down Down
until
SNAP
goes the branch your nest was
so safely set upon
SNAP
goes emotions that were once there,
they're gone
now all that's left is the
tide slowly receding
revealing the life underneath
unseen.
What was so full is now barren
until the
waves crash
again.

I feel I have so much to say,
and so many different ways to say it.

But every time I try,
I come up
empty.

I hate these moments
of hours
of ours.

Can we sit,
and watch the sky?
The sun will pass,
just like your fingers through my hair.
It will kiss each inch of skin,
almost as softly as you did.
The wind will caress your face,
I wish I always could.
The clouds will be kind,
and let us have the moment that we won’t have again.
We will find images,
attempting to make sense of what we see.
But eventually the sun will set,
just as we did.
And the sky will grow dim,
just as our affection.
And we will be left
alone.