(untitled) As "Sweet Emotion" plays on the radio, my hand has your back all to itself, wandering your land (a lone nomad on this ground). And even though you're asleep, i can still feel your love, emanating from your hand, which is thrown around my thigh. It seems to hum to me in a universal language that communicates emotions words cannot. Sometimes it feels as though our two souls are thrust up into the heavens, swimming in some warm, calming water; both of us barely wading in neck-high euphoria to keep from melting into each other; Other times, we're simply laying, side by side, together, enjoying each other's warmth, and thanking the Powers That Be that we even have this opportunity at such closeness. For a moment, you awake - i can tell because you gripped my hand even tighter - and you weakly smile at me. I carelessly think- it's amazing how one slight facial expression can define a moment so well.