Salvation

Your warm body pressed against mine
Beneathe sheets
Hidden from everything else
In the world
A world apart from everyone
A place where 
Salvation is possible

Intimate Sea

small tokens

Hands fall into one another as naturally
as rain reaching the ground.

Small comforts of warmth, tokens of affection
soothing unseen parts.

Caressing your nape, breathing you in-
you do the same.

The world grows silent around us,
the wind raising the hair on our arms.