stillness.
only the rushing of the
unseen waves(or is it the
blood
in my ears?)and the
de
layed
thunders of
far-away explosions lighting
the darkness around
us.
our meandering gazes
along the horizon
catch sight of
these brilliant,
radiant
microcosms in
dozens of
far, far aways.
but i am not concerned with
the eyes enraptured
with
their own frenzied(man-made)light
ning.
even with the distractions
overhead and to my right and
to my left and behind,
i focus on him.
his features are faint in the
soft, quiet glow of the
orb above us,
but i have memorized them by
now.
i hear his breathing as it
matches the tide.
i feel his hands as they
pull me closer.
i smell his scent as it
mixes with the salt on the breeze.
i feel him there.
i feel me there.
i cannot contain the ardor
that bubbles inside of me,
and the only way it
knows
to manifest itself is in the
murmured sound
that comes from my stomach
and has no description.
he responds with his own
mumble, questioning
the intonation i
could not
control.
but how
on earth
can i speak
when he has
stolen
my very breath
away?
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