your silent form heaves with each somber breath the curve of your spine eased against my thigh
the acute sensation of your hips leaking secrets upon mine the arch of my neck making love to your lips
my heart, so hesitant in our movements a pulsing tangle of misguided pleas for safety has fallen for the way your ribs whisper me stories and the way your skin is woven and pressed with such truth and, oh god the way your eyes ricochet and burn with EVERY WAY I'VE EVER NEEDED ANOTHER PERSON'S HAND IN MINE
i am a grateful soul to the altar of the way you say my name and
i could fall asleep in the gentle ***** of your lips.