The wind pulled us both away from sleep,
a chorus of countless whispers
singing along hills and still streets,
becoming the unseen hands
rattling windows and eaves
When you shivered against me
and I couldn't see yet,
only the vague outline of you,
a sleepy beautiful face as our hands
lightly clasped and interlocked,
squeezing each time the house
trembles and trees stay.
Lips cover mine slowly,
bare legs entwining,
nails delicately tracing
the curve of your spine.
I can only remember the soft taps
of a heartbeat like raindrops in the distance,
each touch is a clear hum of electricity,
the currents potent and relentless.
This is when it's best,
no plan or ceremony to what we do,
only skin joining and exploring each other
like two beings were once one ripped apart
and have spent each life since then
slowly drifting back to one another,
refusing to ever part again.
The wind pulls apart leaves and branches,
scatters clouds of water and earth everywhere
but its chorus of whispers pull us together,
becomes the unseen force merging
two stripped longing forms.
When you shiver against me and I can
only remember being inside you
where I have always belonged
each breath and move fusing us
in a storm of our own making.
The currents potent and relentless.