I shake, as you shake,
the humid air between us hanging
close to the skin, close to the flesh.
In this room everything becomes us.
Your touch is everywhere,
outside on my body,
inside where I feel you most,
draws a breath, a sound I yield to,
something soft, hardly a word.
You taste of salt and, slowly,
of sweetness,
so warm, so fully alive,
your hardness feels like yes.
Your shoulder leans toward me,
your hands drift slow as the tide.
I do not want the hour that comes
to scatter us back into ourselves.
June 27, 2025
this brief forever
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