paragraph 4

I was your in-between. Your never-mind. Together, we weren’t anything visible. Like vapor before it falls from the sky. After months of undressing each other on spontaneous weekends, we arrived at that sacred point where silences resonated. When I convinced myself that the use of false and empty words fell away to reveal a clean place without vocabulary – a higher form of communication. We lived there. In tenuous moments of blindness. An unawkward muteness. And I began to define myself by the shape of your body – through the movement of our tongues.