It began with a look
that bent the air between us,
made the walls lean closer
as though they wanted to hear.

Your mouth was a tide
I could not resist,
and when it reached me,
it left salt on my skin
like a memory
I could taste for days.

We moved as though gravity
had been rewrittenโ€”
no descent,
only the slow pull
of two bodies tracing
the quiet constellations of each other.

The night pressed its weight against the glass,
watching,
and still we did not break.
You held my face in your hands
like it was both fragile and dangerous,
and I was neither afraid
nor willing to be saved.

We fell without fallingโ€”
into a place with no floor,
no ceiling,
only the ache of staying close
and the dark
breathing with us.

 

 

 

 

 

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Posted for Open Link Night #388 (August Live) @dVerse Poets Pub