Feathery pillows and tender arms caress our heads
Every possible inch of our bodies gently affix
From the base of skull to the tips of toes
Your every breath reverberates in my own
My every snuggle echoes in your skin

This particular throe of passion looks infinitely still
Yet our strings constantly vibrate to sing praises
As if our universe is made up of a sleepy string quartet
Playing a sonata, melting us together
Swells of music and breath in perfect time

A sweet, loving kiss to complete one movement and mark the next

Rolling into your rib cage I am welcomed by your bones
Embracing the confounding curiosity that binds us
We wonder around each other like stargazers lost in the sky
Still, finitely beating hearts, broken by our own music