When you hold your breath, I can hear your heart beat.
We slip past each other, again and again.
Your rhythm touches my chest and your breath crashes over the crests of my ear.
It washes over the curves of my face. Your pulse presses into me. And we kiss as the next moment approaches.
When I hold my breath, I can hear your heart beat.
We are lesser essences alone.
Your softness becomes plastic, as your details fade from experience into memory.
Your whispers touch my ear.
And I re-live you in the future anterior.