There's something in the way that he looks at me and the way i feel his breath against my neck when we lay close and are not able to see each other's eyes but it doesn't really matter because we've seen them before and right now the way his skin feels against mine is something much more easier to understand than the way my heart makes its shudders when he looks at me that way.

It is darker than mine but only by a few shades but i love how my hand on his arm looks like in the dim moonlight coming from the windows and glitters through the glass and makes us shimmer in the flood of beauty that i already know is a part of him but is so much easier to understand that he sees in me when the silver makes us like yin and yang, two pieces of one whole.

I hope i am not what i fear to be and that he is not what he claims that he is because what he says about himself is some terrible things and i know and i am sure that something as beautiful and pure as him cannot be something that could hurt me or us with claws and teeth and bulking muscles for he has no muscles only the pounding heart that i can feel against my back.

It is him
And it is me
It is us
And then there is the moon
The smoke and the water
The light and the shadow
The adrenaline and the calm
And then there is all the other things
But nothing comes through that door
Nothing pierces our bubble
It is us
And that is all we need