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.