the hours

he said it couldn't get any better
knowing the extent of his capabilities, assuming my own.
he laid down holding his breath, trying to catch what was left.
he placed his hand in mine and his arm around my neck, allowing my head to rest on him.
i listened to his quickened heart slow down its pace, beating in time with rain, drowning out the sighs in our breath.
i looked up at him looking down at me, our eyes having there own conversation.
i could tell he wasn't ready but i was running out of time.
if i allowed him to sleep, the morning would come faster and end what was left of this dream.
i kissed him softly.
he knew he could not resist.
our bodies spoke in their own language.
we conversed for what seemed like hours.
starting out gibberish, ending in tongues.
it always gets better he said.