if love was real
between twin beats, two hearts stood in static, climbing the white walls of a boundless world, defined only by their love, by their words even as the wind gently lulled them close, as the moon tugged the tides, magnetic rush in the near distance, wolves preyed, whistling but only sounds to reach their ears, the thrum of unspoken words. ‘midst his eyes and hers, beyond force and friction, souls flew into sweet oblivion; simply negligent of what ifs, and maybes. they do not speak not a word, left ‘top satiated tongues, even as they close the distance between each other, embrace replaces shelter only orchestra, the vibrato of breaths and a true harmony of heartstrings.













