A cabin made of windows -- Exposed, you and I, our ears tuned to the music of downpour Peaceful, almost.
Thighs pressing along the outside, a line, gaps at the knee and hip, warm. Holding hands, safe my eyes roam to the glowing fireplace delicious mood, flames flickering, licking heavy wood. Achy warm, the lines in our palms come alive, Spreading o u t.
I want --
Naked.
Pelts against skin, distract me from sky pelt-ing the roof with long silver needles skylight submerged in weeping ocean, breaking for air as waves retreat flashes of light fill our eyes, reflections form shadows Thunder rumbles, growing louder and l o u d e r Until we can barely hear our breath.
Our chest mimic the booming echo chamber
I unravel to pieces
As blood rushes through, pounding to be let out I turn toward you, placing my arms around your neck, gazing into your eyes --
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 