Singing spaces

We sleep like two open brackets lying on the same side. My hair is forever in your face. I push it away exasperatedly. You are gentler with it. And when it finally comes in the way of a kiss, in reckless abandon I ask you, shall I shave it all away?

Your eyes are the most unreadable things I have ever turned to. I'll learn their language one of these days and know all your secrets.

There is a conversation. Airborne alphabets caught by half listening ears.

Your hands cup my breasts. They feel small. You assure me yet again they're perfect. The many ways we make lie a truth.

Give me a love bite, I ask you.
You try. And again. You tell me you really don't know how and you'll only end up biting me hurt.

It turns me on and I curl a little tighter. I haven't reached that stage when I can easily let you know what happens with me. You haven't reached the stage where you assume you know what I want.

There's you, me and some silence in between…tightly packed, not much room between us.