There’s a whisper
threading between our words
bobbing and weaving
like a ghost in ocean wind
Falling through the clutches
of distance and time

I reach into the liquid moon,
Finding your fingers,
And you pull me through
The aching sky,
Allow me to pool
Next to you.
Building into a form,
I fill my lungs with air
Until my breath
Plumes with yours.

You speak.

Closing my eyes,
I raise my arms
And fall back
Into the current of your voice

The swell of my life
Twining to the timbre of yours,
I vibrate under the molt of your focus

Atoms rush past my ears
Stars pulse bright and low,
Then blink into shadow.

Silence

Your fingers feather through my grasp
Vanish like smoke
And my hand coils upon itself

I open my eyes

The glowing moon pulls back,
Settles into its place in space
And hardens

But the taste of your voice
Still soaks my tongue
The thread between us
Fogging the swollen air,
Rising into the purple sky,

And everything is unwritten