I’ve known you a heart beat away.
Eggshell parchment running down your neck,
caramel ribbons tickling my face,
and the susurration of our breathing.
My elbow dips into the mattress,
as a sun-wave patches you like a quilt.
I follow our shoulders,
which carelessly swell and ebb.
They imitate the movement of a nipping ocean,
with a surge that tumbles me upwards,
but a lure that ushers me closer.
In that overwhelming, yet subdued infinity,
masked beneath my drumming blood,
is your torrid temperature.
I smile into your scent,
weaving your extremities within my own.
This memento I will to linger.
