I felt the heavy air collide with my collarbone,
reaching and sorting each nerve and tying them together
with
your character; eloquent, mysterious even.

the fingertips roam and graze my skin with such ease,
flowing and fluttering like your tongue against my lips.

I have never felt so dangerous, touching the surface of something so raw,
and fearless,
and alive.

I could feel you wandering over the blades that meet my back,
giving me the chance to pull away, to preserve simplicity.

but I didn't.