Scapes for Escapes

Far apart, seconds split 

where no space prevails,

a heart beats quite harder

after a trace of fingers, 

gasping for eacapes

your feet will never give. 

Feel your chest rise high

and then fall down below,

pressures of your bosoms

pushing against my chest, 

we recycle the summer air

warm deep from our lungs.

I melt into your weak gaze,

sinking to the bottoms of oceans

hidden beneath your blue eyes,

before the bed gets colder 

we disappear far beyond

the safety of a closed door. 

Under the cotton white

over the placid sheets,

we shudder off cuddles

solve the riddles unsolved,

as hosts lost into each other

in the moment we burn. 

november (wordsworth)

*whispers of love*

©2023