behind curtains, in a pretend night time
our hands reach out for eachother and find our favourite parts.

the pillow is warm this side, so is her breath on my neck and mine on her forhead.

the world goes on outside i can hear it, wishing it was in here with us.

limbs tangled where do i finish and where does she start.

walking around in eachothers minds and finding eachother.

photo ryan mcginley