ember sunlight of near-dusk washes the walls
and our faces lie in shadow,
lips parted in soundless conversation;
of our tongues moving comfortably,
eye lids glued shut to encase us
in our own negligent evening-dreams.
your hand tangled in the ever-wild curls of my hair
that only you have been able to tame.
one of my arms clinging to your waist
weakly, my muscles lax in the leisure
that we seep our afternoons and sunsets in.
our hearts only a steady, inaudible drum,
slow and sluggish, but ever persistent;
blood flowing - fluid - sinuous.
veins broken and blackened;
in places where the kisses fall short
with our bated breath.
these are the days i treasure most.