Enveloped in the covers,
Safety is a rare sense, yet somehow with you it is plentiful.
The warmth and comfort of your scent, the air moving round us as one mass.
Particles interlocked creating this amalgamation of emotional energy,
All consuming yet so very calming.
No escape,
Limbs interwoven,
In some lights we would be claustrophobic but in ours
We are rested.
At peace in each others company.

Your glance at me, the soft warming stare,
A message in a language created and understood by us only.
A fragile dialect manoeuvring from your hand as it traces down my spine,
To my finger tips as they align themselves with your neck,
Your collar bones.

Communicating through the energy of nerves,
Scientific fact carrying our affection from one body to the next.
The tips of your fingers push further into my spine,
Begging for the vulnerability to be shared.
For an instance of rawness,
My bones exposed for your eyes to absorb,
Your mind to remember.

So much fear, yet balanced by exhilaration.
My atoms subconsciously,
Willingly hand themselves over to your prying hands.
Forced out of safety and recognisable bounds and
into your inhabited bones.
Somehow still recognisable;
Still homely.