arrival

midnight
slid across the wall

not wanting
to disturb you

a single dust mote
turned

air moved aside
remembering
your shape

i turned

your breath already closer
than before

white pulled
the curtains wide
as you leaned in

our breathing
slowed
to
one

your pulse
on my wrist
opening my hand

knees bending softly
my gaze already
pulled up

a finger
traced my neckline
circling my chin

pausing at my lips

not yet a kiss

i swallow
your finger slows it

still
i look up

my hand still open
looks bare
in the white

now reaching

a gasp
lungs
remembering to breathe

salt lips
swallowing more
light holding
them open

as if to take
my first words
and taste
their shape

your breath
holding mine
air warming
without asking

another gasp
even time
makes space
for the light

still
my gaze follows you

light softening
my breath calming
a warmth
becoming

even silence slowed

nothing
moving

darkness now
pulling light softly back
as if gravity
could hold warmth

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