Darling, do you feel it?
Dangerous words doing somersaults off the tip of my tongue.
Darling, do you feel it?
I feel our hearts dancing,
not the only ones fatigued by the millimetre of material
keeping us from what’s next.
Darling, do you feel it?
Our eyes are saying what we won’t;
they’ve always known more than we did anyway.
Darling, I think you feel it.
Even the tufts of your hair are reaching for me now.

Tell me.
In this moment, do you feel it?