Filling the spaces between lonely fingers, the mass hidden
beneath cold linen sheets. Once sparks fly, your heart
will split in two. Right down the middle, for all that
was and a future unforeseen. Split for a chance
of becoming anew but constantly unravelling
at the sight of bright, beguiling eyes while
having the spaces filled between your
eager fingers—feeling their warmth
accompany yours beneath
linen sheets.