It’s how it beats…

Iridescent, like a waterfall. You breathe, we fall. We swim within our pores grasping for air.
Your touch, your hair. I could do this rhythm forever, and ever.
It beats under my skin, in search of your beat to sync and swim, and smile, and your voice comes out with warm air and it fogs, it suffocates the space we create. —Colors become dull around you, iridescent is your scent that glows, when you whisper, when you call out my name, when you grab and release, oh, when you release - I float.