I'm hugging the sun,

embracing its rays.

The window is open,

wind strokes me in waves.

Outside noise is numbed,

by the rushing and pulsing:

the only sound to be heard,

is of our hearts beating and lips parting.

Condensation trickles

down the panes of the glass,

its mist blankets us,

from any memory of the past.

In fact: it feels as though,

we are in a womb,

with a pregnancy glow

that flows into the room.

Her body and blood block

any sounds of hatred,

and allow my mind to lock,

onto him being naked.

Her sweat thwarts insecurity;

everything we are, we can see,

but our love is purity.