A tilt in air, a shift unspoken,  
a pulse that passed, a gate unopened.  
The yearning between us remained implied,  
until the silence widened inside.  

The embrace endured, not called nor claimed,  
a current withheld, yet still untamed.  
Not a single surface kept the force beneath,  
a touch left the bound in desire, without a sheath.  
–
Let rhythm hold what form denies,  
we crossed before the question lies.  
–
Tension gathered where no one led,  
a gesture paused before it spread.  
The margin gripped, then bent askew,  
a longing that met us halfway through.  

Her skin a shine that softly gleam,  
Her moan a glow that gently stream.  
Her warmth a spark that hums in mine,  
what lingers fades, yet leaves no sign.
–
No sound endured, no thread to tie,  
all slipping grew faint, yet drifted by.  
–
We burned through the dark, still aching for more,  
yet stepped from the threshold we couldn’t ignore.  
The pull stayed behind like a breath in the air,  
locked the two in stillness, though we’re no longer there.  

If day breaks in, we stay aligned.  
No shore, no scene,  
just a glow
between.
–
Frederik Rentrop
Portland, 2013