but the humidity maintains;
you, standing at a window
kissing a slight draft
inhale --
hold it;
3... 2... 1...
exhale
i make my way toward the transparent pane;
you, still gazing
un-lithed distance and unrequited depth
but a subtle smile surfaces as you return
to my arms, they're enveloping your sides
your head tossed back, body nestled in my protection;
perfection
my lips meet your neck
your hair greets my cheek
and as you blindly reach behind your line of sight
i reply by
retreating to an ear
holding gold-covered stud prisoner...
slowly you swirl
and our eyes are cuffed
unwavering
fixated
you and
me became
we
perhaps there is still a chilled breeze
I can't tell;
but, what I have come to understand
is that this union
of earth-shattering thunder
and undeterred passion
is silence...
rapture, ecstasy...
and isn't it deafening?