The galaxy in our bedroom.

The heat from the pit of your palm melting on mine has traveled through my arm and to my head, causing delirium. The pause between vibrations align with the pause between our synced heart beats. The hum of our souls meeting becomes the soundtrack to our love story. A sound living alone in the space we've created in our bed- a galaxy too unrealistic for the naked eye or naked heart. Under the covers we hide from the monsters. Mouth to mouth we share the burning flame which can no longer house one body.
A dance so familiar, not a step was misplaced, not a turn was interrupted, not a note was untouched by our hips. The sway to the hum has left a trail of colors, surrounding us with the stars the light up the dark spaces avoided by those who dare not touch a love so ancient.
One by one, every muscle tightens, starting with my brows and ending with my last toe, as we physically become one. Inside of me, deep inside, you explore what my eyes don't tell.
Now connected through mind and body, we sail through the galaxy we've created from scratch. Misty through the clouds, and warm through the sand, every push leads us to a different location. Curious as I,  you let go of limitation- every land, every sea, every space must be touched and enjoyed before our bodies release the endorphines that end our journey.
Days later, I sit at my desk, wondering if it really happened or if it was just a dream. A love, an interaction so deep, so curious, so mysterious, so familiar, so ancient, so mystical- so unreal? Then again, unreal is what I love- far from reality is where i feel at home. Unusual and unlikely is our meeting. Wonderful and violent is the memory which, should never leave me, will be kept safe in the piece of my heart that shall always remain your's.