the yin and yang of our breath
your exhale allows for my inhale
bodies melded together
rising and falling as one
whose limbs are whose
your slightest touch
the involuntary twitch of a finger
sends electricity
slicing through me
standing my hair on end
causing my breath to hitch
our skin radiates heat
and traps us in a cocoon
of our own making
can we stay here forever
i ask before sleep overcomes us
no you whisper
because when it ends
i can look forward
to the next beginning
putting down the rope 