That night he held me..

That night, he held me so tight, he pressed me into the wall as if he was clinging to a lifebuoy in a vast ocean of the unknown. His body is so deeply familiar, there was a volume of experience behind the way he held me. I thought of that love running as deep and strong as an underground tunnel. What’s between us is now so complex, changing, alive, the love ebbs and flows, it sprang from nothing and sometimes retreats to it. But then it's back. Fuller. Faster.