She says she loves my words that they make her think of other tenses, better senses, more suspense, less common sense. I push her back unwholeheartedly, think cool thoughts, you know… unhappily. Thoughts drift to skin, sweat and lingerie. She still rises within. So help me. Eyes stare me, make it feel… Greed me under it. Entomb me. Enwomb me. Overflow until our colors spiral into one. Become. I found you squeezed through the years, sublimated the tears. You are here now… heart of one. I've come undone. Sing it. Song it. You can't wrong it. Her eyes shone that day. The sun had us. Blazed us both. The days, oh… the days blaze me daze me. Amaze Me Always. Reflect back. Refract that. Bodies shine and entwine, enacted, transacted. Lie with me in the afterglow, color scatter spectrum into one slow tide. No words. Just the quiet hum of two bodies unpretended. — UpsilonA
There’s something timeless about this. It captures how love has a way of making everything else fade, leaving only two hearts fully present with each other. 🩷
UpsilonA, the language here is stunning — it doesn't just describe intimacy, it moves like it. That shift from resistance into that final quiet hum stayed with me.
Beautifully written. With appreciation. Carried with care!