Minutes;
time elapsed not in seconds but breaths, the inflation of lungs with something sweeter than air, an ephemeral etherea that dissipated altogether like the fog of morn

Glances;
your eyes were my eyes, held within my own like a precious gem one only parts with in death, we peered into one another with a fond anticipation of finding something -anything, what-exactly-we-hadn’t-a-clue -worth keeping for eternity

Breath;
in case my lungs collapsed I carried the comfort of knowing that I could always breathe through yours, and vice versa, until that which we breathed in should itself become too heavy for us both to bear

Fire;
two flames each, extinguished, one in the center and one further below, how we revelled to be engulfed by this, to be ravaged by this, to be destroyed by this

Lightning;
a storm often brewed in my throat, but you had always managed somehow to kiss it back into sedation, pressing lips to fury like a blade of grass braving against sharpened steel, you took from me this fury and used it instead to spark the light in our eyes, ever shining a beacon signalling home….❤️