Morning kissed my cheeks
With warm rays, abound with floating dust.
Blurred sight like doused windows
Of light-bodied wine.

Though my vision was
Still fogged by this dreamlike haze,
Between my arms, against my chest
I felt a heart pulse with mine.

You awoke, though quiet you remained.
As did I, but between every breath
I could feel my heart begin to race,
With every inch my hand drew closer to yours.

Our fingers danced before they locked.
Your head gently rose, hair brushing my nose, and
Those eyes looked up into mine 
As though I were a shooting star you wished upon.

I gazed back in overwhelming awe.
I was merely a speck of dust 
Wandering the unfathomable depth
Of those iridescent tourmalines centered on me.

I slowly felt an unthinking surrender,
Just as when the sun descends from the sky
Gently pulling down the drapes of the afterglow,
To all at once marvel at the beauty of the moonlit sky.

My eyes submitted
To the darkness that soon befell them.
Though sight cannot furnish an image I try to recollect,
The physical sensation lays imprinted on my skin.

Our lips came together like crashing waterfalls,
And our hands rushed around our bodies,
Mine swiftly cascading from the waves of your hair
Then to pulling closer the smooth curve of the small of your back.

Your hands held my head, 
Pulled me closer with each handful of hair.
Albeit eyes closed we saw nothing,
The physical bodies acted as our souls bade them.

Hearts racing, blood coursing with adrenaline,
Faster only to delay the inevitable.
With one final exhale,
I opened my eyes to find you nestled in my embrace, again.

We looked at each other once more,
As our worlds had felt like one.
We smiled in consent to an unspoken promise:
You were mine, and I, yours.