Fear.
It clings to every fiber of my clothing
The ones your hands slip so carefully beneath
The temperature of my skin suddenly dropping
It makes me shiver
We can create our own universe,
You and I.
Where the mountains reach the ocean,
and the stars touch the horizon
and only you and I can see our futures in the murky depths of water
Where your hands
Romping with their own volition
Decreases my temperature once more
And I can’t imagine what it was like before this moment.
It doesn't last. It never does.
There. Again.
Fear.
Somehow it clings though I watch it drift along the currents of that pond.
And I feel as though it's taunting me
But then your lips touch mine
And we create our own universe
And my temperature rises.
