ardor marks

we figure out

how it works-

move with the waves

and crash into each other,

let our lips

ebb and flow

if our skin is the shore.

give each other oceans

and more.

we sin with ease

and no regrets-

not even the bruises

on our chests,

not even the wood creaking

a little too loud.

2:40 a.m.

a bump on my shoulder-

you come under the covers

with tears in your eyes-

you're not going crazy,

i tell you,

you're just tired-

my arm wrapped tight around you

says more than my words ever could.

-sleep swallows us whole-

9:13 a.m.

our shirts on the floor

but still wanting more-

we move in time

with the drumbeats

under our skin.

between shattered respirations

you apologize

for last night

but you don't understand-

i will always be here for you

again and again.