Words like sweet honey drip from our tongues,

A thousand things said,

In one solid breath.

And this is were I live when I'm with you.

A glide of smooth flesh against mine,

So we don't know where one ends and

Where the other begins.

Words matter,

But they don't.

Spoken with no sound,

And whispered with loud voices.

This is where I live when I'm with you.

Quivering lips,

Shaking bodies,

Pressed against each other.

Hearts beat fast,

And palms sweat,

But never…

No never…

Do I feel more certain.

Scared.

Unsure.

Confident.

And gracefull.

This is where I live when I'm with you.

Stanzas of no sense,

Lyrics of no logic,

And numbers with no calculation.

Language with no rhythem,

Words with no syllabals,

And speech with no voice.

This is where I live when I'm with you.

Breathing heavy,

Quaking words,

Skin lit from fire,

Outside or in,

I'm not sure.

But there it is.

Heat that cools,

And ice that burns.

Nothing makes sense,

Yet everything does.

This is where I live when I'm with you.

We fight and bleed.

Sweat and come.

Love and hate.

Laugh and cry.

It's real.

There is no perfection.

And there never will be.

But knowing that is perfect.

A press of lips,

And in that act,

Love is tangible.

This is where I live when I'm with you.