lets build tree houses
and blanket dens
forts to be reckoned with
no one will infiltrate our
dreams
beneath these woven armours
dusk to dawn warriors
duelling with the notion of infinity

playful glances
and
everything i never said

my body already knows
way before my mind can read the cues
to connect on a level such as this
is rarer than July snow
and surely just as beautiful

he holds my face
cradling softly to meet his gaze
thumb and forefinger the lightest vice
but
i know these hands could never break me

intimacy is not something to be explained so readily
or easily
it should be
bittersweet raw honesty