Gratifying tears sear through her tainted-glass windows. We experience the recollections of our past lives as they seep into us through forgotten invisible scars that were once kissed away by the North wind.

A glancing smile, head tilted, hair fallen to the side; it drives the unquenchable desire to seek the safe in-between places full of warmth and affection. The bedroom, empty of light, is filled with our sounds that consume the world; that consume our souls.

We learned long ago that the two of us are merely ordinary time travelers; we continue to questionably experience the future; we look up at the stars; the past visiting us after an exhausting journey of near eternity; candles blown off by the breath of death.

We perpetually move at night; our eyes meeting after every frantic search. There will never be stillness as long as these unknown spirits move about us; guiding us, nourishing the restless nights of beating hearts and warm hands.

Our shadows spread across the time map; her curved silhouette I cannot cease to crave. Our senses recover lost thoughts; the willful lessons of our skin as we press against each other.

The scent in the air invigorates us; it fills us with our travels; my lips reach for her; I search for the place I long for, in the hope that I at last can savor the memory of her neck.