Soft

I crave the feeling of soft,

Squishy and solid, putty in a lap.

The kind that reacts to warmth and kneading

Needing

The kind that gets pulled into a chest and our heartbeats synch in time

The kind with heavy sighs and bodies sinking

Melting

Our universes meet and instead of colliding in chaos

It’s a harmonic dance of inside jokes and tear-inducing memories

Whispers purred into your ear in a crowded room that lead you

‘Out of here’

Swollen bottom lips and hands pinning hands

Its as painful as it sounds

Sometimes

But when it’s not

Its so, so damn soft