skywards

I like the way the light refracted and bounced off your ceiling, Your breath on my neck, Words electronically charged with feeling. I liked the window wide open and freezing there with you, Everything so silent and perfectly blue. The night sky was a mirror for feelings that weren't spoken, Perfectly clear, a million miles of space wide open. Cold air that cut through everything I tried to make you feel, perfect place, perfect timing, imperfectly real.