golden haze

I think he whispered “I love you” to me last night, his face half an inch from mine, his dark eyes occasionally opening to look at me, his wet lips parted in a slight grin as if he still can’t believe we’re here, together-

holding each other as one song morphs into another and the surrounding silence envelops the space between us in a warm cloud of golden haze.

I’m not exactly sure where I was then, perhaps half on earth and half in heaven, my body still buzzing from all the pleasure, relaxing into the magic we create when we come together.

I’m not exactly sure if I was dreaming or awake-

lately both have felt the same.