pillow talk

I hear the subtle sound
of your heart beat pounding
echoing to my slow and
soft touching along your arms

a light scratch on your skin
a gentle nudge on your chest
my hair slipping through your fingers
your fingertips
sliding along my neckline
our slightest
interweaving movement

my hum / echoing
the rippling of water and ink
your breath / echoing
the dripping of powder and sand
my whisper / echoing
the cracking of ice melting
your mumble / echoing
the blowing out of a hazy flame

some day
under the shifting
of dim light and shadow
I would lean faintly on you
I’ll feel and memorize each sound
in the air with you in it

some day
onto the fallen pile of flakes and petals
I’ll curl up quietly next to you
I’ll drown and inhale each sound
in the air with you in it