Stillness
In the stillness of this room
we find each other.
Hands
and arms
and mouths
and breaths.
Desiring
to be closer than close.
Pressed to me
you look into my eyes
your fingers caressing my cheek
your breath
soft
upon my skin
your heat
mingling with my own
as our pulses race
with anticipation.
I feel your need
as keenly as my own.
Time seems suspended.
The rain outside,
hitting the pavement in uneven strikes,
the crackle of thunder overhead
our whispers
and the murmur of the sheets
barely heard
above the pounding
of our hearts.