I am not a native English speaker, so please correct if there are any errors.
This spring (Sweep of days)
I spend my nights either alone, exhausted
Wrapped in breathless thoughts
Becoming someone else
Listening to my ever-adventurous friend
Admiring her intricately organized mind
Or pressing my body against another
But once, only once
I spent my night in his beautiful house
I soaked up every shining smile, every perfect joke
Like I stumbled upon a once forgotten part of me
I felt wonder and completeness and something else
Something that has no name
Something that makes you lay aside everyting
The whole world of people that live and die
...
It's only me and him and we fall into each other
Never touching.
With only our eyes.