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.