Day 8

Prompt : Diaphragm

A union,
Surpassing glass transparency
In it's purity
Like a melodious warble
Birthing ripples in an ocean
Like the long nights of winter ,
Beside a crackling fire
Chewing on paper
Smeared with ink
And drinking each ,
From the other's cup of words
It resembles a moderate dose of neat whiskey
While the rocks melt over the fire
It's like a whiff of petrichor
After a summer downpour
And while they drank the rain
Hand in hand
I was safely tucked under their diaphragms
Wide eyed in callow bewilderment
Listening
To their simultaneously heartbeats