Depleted, lethargic, content.
Side-by-side we sit. Feet extended, like a pair of butterfly lovers.
Fingers stretch and seek; Dancing a graceful leap.
My hand entwines in yours.
Flesh and bones. Sweet, silent reciprocation.
Reposing my head on the round bend of your shoulder;
My nose seeks out your distinctive scent.
It is not your face I remember but the curve of your neck, and the jut of a collarbone.
Forever ingrained in my memory.
A brief quiescence.
You’ve rendered me undone.