i lie on the floor among the tiles and i speak
your name, lost under a waterfall, my breath as jagged
as broken glass, fighting to betray even my will to live.
you cradle my body and forgive my mind,
insolent enough to tell when the fear will stop.
the tears i have cried for million years before and after Now
run dry.

you lie on the floor among the tiles and you whisper
in my ear, your arms surrounding, your heart thrumming
against my back, promising to replace the beat of my own should it fail.
i speak of the beauty you give me,
daring to suggest that without you i am nothing.
you silently rock me, until the beads of water clinging on my skin
run dry.

we lie on the floor among the tiles and listen
to the echo, strewn through our memory, of our souls mingling
between two bodies, even as the dawn steals our voices.
we breathe in the air of a thousand nights,
daring to exhale and hear our breath dissolve in the dark.
and as time's river flows we stare, watching the current
run dry.