A little late, a little drunk, a lot tired. A mostly true explanation for sleeping in your bed. Hiding the trembling with exhausted clumsiness, falling in your arms and nearly drowning in your warmth. One arm lifts and the other pulls, bringing our bodies together like two puzzle pieces. Forbidden thoughts of belonging.
Turning away, head and heart. At least, it was worth the try. Darkness hides the longing looks and the movements that stop half-way. Too tender, too much meaning. All that’s left then, the sparkling of lust, silver against the night. Could have been tears. Weren’t.
How can you… suddenly all thought leaves, completely embraced, stripped naked, body and soul, warmed and held strongly. No words, but your body lies to me, tells me of love and fulfilment, anchors me. Letting it all fall away for a second or two. Safe for a moment and then tumbling again, falling faster than ever before. No ground to reach. Afraid for a couple of heartbeats before accepting the new level of limitless loneliness.