Her eyes lowered, the blush between us becoming an element of atmosphere. My forehead, finding common ground with hers...we put our heads together and found ourselves just as lost at the end of the process.

I mumble, I garble, but she pins my head between her hands, sculpting meaning out of denial as I am turned to face her

I sigh, burrowing my head into my shoulder, lost and found, hiding with the one I seek.

on my hair, my temple, my neck

hands stroking, lips speaking a language without sound,

We laugh, caught full force in a moment of cliche.

I fall back to my pillow, shoulder turned to the wall, and huddle in silence.

And she closes the door of dream behind her.