Morning Light

Sunlight fills a small blue room through a pink curtain.
Toes point in opposite directions, punctuating long musuclar interwined calves and thighs that meet at a mass of hair providing cover to the entry to this universe
Large mountains named breasts fall off the sides of her chest, shadows and sunlight dance upon her, connecting freckles like constellations,
In the stars on her face he sees the universe
This moment has thrust eternity upon him

Her gaze meets his directly, pulling taut all the space that was between them

Her eyes are flames, burning amber embers enveloped by the sun's rays
They set him afire
Chills run down his spine, hair stuck straight up by the static, his entire body hums at a near audible level
He is seen
He stands still, immobile, full of desire to share everything inside of him that he has spent his life building
He wants to tear out his insides, to draw a map of the synapses firing inside of him, to create a pollock covering the bedroom walls with his secrets
He has stayed alive for this moment, this place in time where he does not curse the gods for the world he was born into, for it's ephemeral nature, for it's infinite pain and suffering

He slowly moves toward her, existential weight falling off broad shoulders
In a world of billions of souls and infinite possibilities, he had never known so deeply, that he was exactly where he wanted to be.