Fluid and soft, filling the lungs, our warped shadows brush our still bodies with surreal reluctancy, a weighted human exhaustion claims our whispers and contends to flood our drowsy eyes with firefly visions.

Clockwork heartbeats carry on with familiarity, a lick of bubbling warmth in the bloodstream forces your sigh and I revel in its taste on my parched skin.

Electricity contained with your hand in mine is delicate and severe, a hypnosis made with gentle movements and a sigh from the moon.

You are a gentle surrender, my sweet resurfacing from the earth to space, a heliotropic movement from being alone to being home.