Whenever the tip of our fingers touch each other,

or when our eyes meet on a silent room,

I feel alive, once again.

on the curves of your body I befriend perfection,

and there is meaning to the way our lips meet.

if i could somehow suck the pain out of your body,

I would.

I am alone,

and maybe,

just maybe,

whenever we're alone, together,

loniless ceases to exist.

i know time goes by fast,

and that one day'll you'll continue your journey elsewhere.

before that happens,

I want to enjoy the silence with you more times.

words spoken not with the lips or tongue.

are the words i must yearn to listen to...