Night passes

Starstruck falling, leaning, leaving, the slow drop into a pool of dreams, matched with the touch of flesh, of heat, of smooth, subtle pressure, the comfort taking hold and pulling inward. A tiny thread holds us, binds us, the souls now joined, never separated by time, or mind. Coolness tumbles from the open glass, surrounding and bathing skin and cotton and exhales entangled with thoughts slowly escaping joined bodies.

Darkness envelops and holds, cradling each others’ hearts. Time expanding and contracting with breath. Breathing. Finding, winding, and unwinding. A motion, a caress, a twitch, an exchange, a change. A new side, a new place, a new space. Return. Lingering thoughts enmesh with contact and change. We dive inward and weave through our paths, trying on futures and pasts. Hopes and fears and memories and visions dancing in time, in prime, entwined.

Fifty-two days. Of continuous, growing certainty. Of learning. Of tasting. Of realizing more is possible than was ever imagined before. The light pours in from the slanted blinds, marching through the windows with the morning air, matching the dreamy essence of wakefulness, pulling, prodding, gently teasing us to consciousness. Sleep is peeling back, slowly, and the continuous unperceived reminder that you are there, you are here, you are, inside, gives way to perception of you here, there, a part of me. Smiling, gratefulness. First contact with lazer blueness, gleaming dreamy lusciousness. And the spine-tingling crackling that fills us. Together. A new day.