The Stillness Archive

tell me,
what do we call this space we created between certainty and surrender?
what should i name this heaven that i am feeling when we’re making these wonderful sins?

your breath wandering my skin until i can feel every nerve in my spine begins to hum for you?
slow and deep penetrating me until our bones will almost intertwined.

your hands are bold, mapping desire across my body; each inch a territory you had taken, oh, what a burning moment.

naked, vulnerable and honest next to each other
not only our body will interlaced with each other, but also our hearts and souls and i can feel the fire burning us between parted lips and urgent mouths
fingers slipping between fingers,
mouths meeting with no questions left
touch me as god would touch the sky
omnipotent. omnipresent. omniscient.

tell me again,
what do we call this space we created between certainty and surrender?

i do not know if there’s certainty but i am surrendering myself tonight with our synced pulses, our uneven breaths spilling into the hollow of my throat.

tell me,
what do we call this space we created between certainty and surrender?
darling, touch me as god would touch the sky.
touch me as if you were god touching the sky
reverently and relentlessly
worship me out of your flesh.

tell me,
will you drift with me?
but let us also crash.
with you inside me until i forget what is it to be alone
unspoken or untouched; we will leave nothing
melting in sweat,
tangle in the sheets,
chasing pleasure beyond uncertainty

if tomorrow is unclear
let tonight be a manifesto
you wanting me and me wanting you.
uninhibited. honest. raw. whole

tell me again for the nth time,
does love not beg for permanence?
but for only intensity and truth.

drift with me sure,
but for now, let us fly and disappear.