The ease with which we slip off our skins around each other
The ease with which we drop our masks
Your candor, my trust; your what-ifs, my words.
The way our minds spin in sync
Swaying across this webbed floor of late-night conversations in ink
Every word examined, every phrase checked
Yet so much unsaid.
We dance over
the bones of
what could have been;
my eyes write letters
over your skin.
Your warmth is fire,
I am ash,
We race through the night
No time for nostalgia,
or dusty memories
We make new ones as we go along
We’re alright, we’re alright
Together, we’re alright.
Inspiration: The Antlers. Kettering.