Disjointed leak

She is beautiful to me. And I can't help that fact.
Beautiful is a loaded word here
But for all the right reasons.
We are in our head crazy. Outwardly gracious.
I can only admire her disease as I
Sort out mine.
I think we are connected.
We are not.
It is finding comfort the way
Only mutual survivors of some ordeal
Can understand.
Arms wrapped truly, body to body
Nestled. Fit. Contoured without a seam.
Breathing is deep and paced.
Your thoughts on my chest, our eyes closed.
My head is quiet. The only time it stops.
A warm pulse of divinity.
You do not let go and please don't.
Breathing you in to fill me up.
It always ends.
She is beautiful.
We retreat to our corners.