The power of the erotic lies within the ability to surpass reality, to distance oneself from the confines of the
aching body, allowing pleasure to overcome obstacles that once ended in stumbles. The house was still but I broke that silence. I pushed the covers off of me and saw he was still there, so I hooked my chin into his chest and felt it rise. She felt the movement and pushed into me, stretching her arms out to embrace us both. I find my home in their arms. Together we pour out concrete into new foundations and dangle our feet while they dry. I open my mouth and let the stars spill out into the open air. The sky is filled and we call them family, we watch some hang and we watch some fall. They watch our bodies intertwine, undulating between fiction and a sinking feeling.
He presses his hands down on my throat until my last breath billows out and she takes me into her own rhythm.