we lounge there enveloped in the tangible silence. the void within my soul is pulsating with the rage created by your hands between my thighs. if heaven had arms and legs it would be laying down beside me now.
words hang in the air above us, not daring to close the distance between our lips. my feet are cold in the sheets that our love story is printed upon, just small enough for us to barely read. our breaths become one until neither of us can tell who is inhaling and who is exhaling. as i bestow my fingertips on your eyelids, softly memorizing the details of your skin, the chasm closes.
my home i've been searching for is now a part of me. not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.