Pulls me into his arms and kisses me

His mouth moves like a silent story;

He taste like salt and wine

There is no moment of relearning of adjusting

the patters of before; Our bodies remember where to go

He presses himself so close to me that any hurt left on the surface between us

Spreads thin.

Becomes a binding instead of a boundry

We break away for air

He stares at me

''I'm still alright,'' I whisper

Its the most natural thing in the world

When he pulls my sweatshirt over my head

Works at the clasp of my bra

I think that maybe this is the place for us.

Maybe... There are worlds where there are no fences, where feeling bears you like a tide..

Maybe that world is here.

Between us.