These are the wounds that we laid bare
in the sheets;
We bound and unbound them with our words,
tangled as we were in linen.

Your skin whispers to mine,
intimate secrets
that only our bodies can decipher,
while our minds shine into one another,
sightless and separate, but on the same plane.

I can taste music on your skin.
Can smell it in your hair.
I am astounded by your patience,
set afire by your strength.

There is no hypnic jerk to stop me from falling
into love-
My tumble through the sheets may end
only in despair,
or in your arms.