pulse and breath

two trembling bodies tangled together arranging limbs in a way that the greatest amount of skin is touching skin sticky with a taste of salt bodies melting together into a bundle of pulse and breath I am open and raw and yours and with the sharpest inhale I swallow all the air in the room but you still have some left to exhale burning hot air onto me as I squeeze my eyes shut and fail to trap the weight of the waterfalls washing away the fantasy a wish, a dream, a drop of fragile hope