He loved the way her hair would veil over them
And the way she inhaled, slow and endless
He loved the way she'd close her eyes and
How her lips would always be in a smile
- - - - -
When she was beside him at night
He would look at her until he fell asleep,
Until he memorized all her freckles and
Remembered the rise and fall of her chest;
When she cries and covers her face
He takes her in his arms and just
Cradles her gently;
In the mornings he'd kiss her softly
And at night as well;
When both felt strange and prosaic,
Their hands meet under the sheets
And intertwine in a mercilessly slow way
But neither would look at the other.
They would pretend it to be nothing,
But the mere sensation of
Skin on skin kept them breathing again
And the electric surge between them
Kept them awake, alive
And they like to think that
No one was there.
That the universe saw nothing.
Red light, uncaught.
Edited | 08.02.14