movements

i bloom in the texture of you.

make room for the moments to breathe

in your light and hide softly in its warmth.

hungry fingertips take all that you allow me to feel.

and i hide.

frozen eyes bleed for your nourishment and you fall softly into my presence.

keeping me cool and calming the waves.

moments that pass me keep be coming back, you leave me trails to find you again. these movements are raw. showing face for its truth, committed to you.

i find adoring revelations in the silence of your eyes.

with a chill that creates static,

creates flutter,

creates energy.

to move and be moved.