Youth.

When we open up
We devour anothers time.
Maybe it's not warranted
But who cares?
This is love.
This is what we talk about.
It is why we love
And why we think of each other.
To hold.
To be held by their hope.
An action for reaction
In a hope to be touched.
Opening up.
An attempt to feed the light.
A gap between words
That means nothing but feels like Everything.
A rush of blood to the brain
Like a flock of birds without direction.
Winding back to each other.
Safety in such little numbers.