Whispered secrets with no voice.

The incandescence bulging from atop the ceiling modified to dim as howls outside faded. The moon hid beneath gloomy clouds in the indistinct scarlet hour. This midnight presented the memoir of a two year disarray. Dwelling on a grief-stricken, heavyhearted, pensive bygone eight days, this mind was full of anger and held back glorified weeping tears. As this calm, collected, comforting, composed figure of a man lay atop of the soothing body infected by doubt. I just didn’t know how to react to it, such a steady shape of a man who had finally returned home… this would only seem easy to accept, a willing candidate for love. The delicate caress from a fingertip mingling with the curve of my spine was the undisturbed assurance of this night, and I was forgiven. As forgotten water, that has served us for millions of years, trickled down the now steamy window pane a cheerful smile yielded part way. An honest grin, a safeguarded residence, and a pleasant tepid touch… my Superman, I thought. He than began to meet his fingertips to my neck as he pursed his lips to indulge on my shoulder blades with a melting breath and a humble embrace. My mind was at ease as his torso licked my back in an ocean of physical contact, possessing serene imagination and lingered reality, we were one.