Imagine that in front of Person A, Person B doesn’t say an awful lot and is rather withdrawn. But when Person A isn’t around, Person B is always, always talking about Person A and how much they adore them.
▪️Walking together. Interwoven fingers and shoulders brushing together as they walk. Not even needing to speak, because a simple look or the slightest change in body language is already a conversation.
▪️Sleeping together. Hushed breathing and feather-light touches when one wakes before the other. Rolling over and unconsciously curling closer into each other because even when they sleep, they are in love.
▪️Watching TV together.Volume turned up just enough to be heard without dominating the atmosphere. Absentminded little touches, gentle fingers slowly running over the other’s arm or thigh without realizing it.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod a place where woman never smiled or wept there to abide with my creator, god and sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept untroubling and untroubled where I lie the grass below—above the vaulted sky.
He would never lose himself,
as long as she stayed next to him.
They would run,
until the trail they left behind
bled through the boundaries of each other. (because that’s what love is
losing a part of you into one another)
in these quiet moments that seem to last forever | e.q.