Closer.
Entangled in one another,
like the palms of two hands, meshing
together in a secret silence...
Breathing together,
in a raw, and natural state;
passion growing, with each heartbeat
that surpasses...
But irrevocably quiet,
and undeniably still...
The mute whispers of 'I love you'
hang in the air
as passionate beings doze off in the summer sheets...
and slip into the darkness behind our lids.