And when we reach that state
where ******* leave us reeling,
we simply let ourselves
be carried along
by the inertia
of our bodies.
I in you,
or you in me
in a constant rhythm,
a drowsy stupor,
a sweet unease
for dawn is fast approaching.
You close my eyelids with your fingers
and tell me that soon we must continue our journey.
Smiling,
I take your hand in mine,
kiss your wrist,
and remind you:
this
right here, right now
this is the journey.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 8:58 PM UTC
And when we reach that state
where ******* leave us reeling,
we simply let ourselves
be carried along
by the inertia
of our bodies.
I in you,
or you in me
in a constant rhythm,
a drowsy stupor,
a sweet unease
for dawn is fast approaching.
You close my eyelids with your fingers
and tell me that soon we must continue our journey.
Smiling,
I take your hand in mine,
kiss your wrist,
and remind you:
this
right here, right now
this is the journey.
