The last time they crossed paths
A peculiar question came about;
Hesitant the time it took for eyes to adjust to silence
Both intent with reply
Adjusting their posture
Breathing in a moment where they could just shut the **** up and be themselves.
The rare moments that literally scream,
No white out to blur the moment
No scratches from a pen to take away from the moment.
With the calendar of her days filled she marked tonight as joyous
A break from work an over exhausted day full of social texts
The riot of voices in her head
Having to fill the slack of that one chick whom called in today
It just felt good to take a break from everything
Relieved in the comfort of his presence
Highlighting tonight with an Orange highlighter
Not remembering the last time she's been so excited.
Time heals all wounds, clothes only conceal them until comfort flaunts about
The jitters of finding something you've always dreamt about,
Savoring each piece of tape, carefully unfolding each article of clothing like gift wrap
Treating tonight as Her birthday
Manic, the way they talked into the night
time slipping gently through their fingers
Arms reach of each other
The night not truly beginning until the blush of her skin
What is the true value of time
The murmur of a joke that only the silence around them understands
A language only bodies understood
Breathing but not understanding the gist of why each breath occurs
Exhaling to inhale the scent of each other
The closure felt from the last moment they saw each other
The closure of lips filled the gap between their bottom lip
The pain of lovers past uncovered, healed
He became the remedy of weary knees
Miles away from the reality of lonely bed sheets and the flicker of light from the television screen
Choosing to fall for imperfection instead of the perfection the world sought
But never knew