I swim in the pale blue of your eyes, catching the rim of your iris, cupping your pupil moon. Watching the shapes your mouth makes as you speak, each vowel flexing the corner of your lips. Transcending the golden beam of the bed, our rays blending, breaking barriers and slipping through skin onto bone. We tread water together, afloat in an ocean of sweat, having conversations in silence, I tell you everything. I depend on your arms around my body, on the surrender of your voice when you tell me how much it means. Blood in your lips, down to your finger tips, we glide between the words and announce our incongruities without worry. This will pass, the changing drifts of days but we continue, digging deeper and falling for our flaws and fluidities.