We were so quiet afterwards,
still radios tuned to soft white noise,
keeping one another close
while looking for words to form.
Until then, we're faithful companions
to love's lonely skin,
fingers lazily interlacing,
naked bodies spooned together,
our heat trapped beneath blankets.
While I look outside, the curtain a thin
layer of blue gauze,
the city's lights surround your small
apartment like towers of lit candles,
winter's unmoved air making a quiet amplifying everything.
Clocks ticking through empty houses,
icicles snapping free from frozen tree limbs,
the steel husks of trains moving along distant tracks.
Your hand gently squeezes mine and
reminds me that hours ago
Everything in us was turning,
an entire world flowing through your voice trembling against my ears,
those delicate wordless sounds a language I never knew until you enveloped me.
We were so quiet before then,
companions guided to each other by
an enigmatic compass spinning inside,
knowing that we had to meet here one night.
That we would leave ourselves to braid together and unspool,
that we're knots waiting to be tied and undone.
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