Underwater Harmonies

Hardwood floors again.

We laid in bed, my lips resting on his shoulder. While he was thrusting into me, while I was rolling my hips into him, I noticed we both hummed. Brief "hmm"s of pleasure, constant companions to our sex.

"We sounds like whales," I said, "Singing to each other under the waves."

He laughs and reads me poetry in the dark, book illuminated by the light of his cellphone.

When we roll, we match. There are none of those moments where the rhythms don't align, where mutual thrusts have timing that is slightly off. Our internal songs match, we are synchronous in our flesh, together we blend and overlap harmonies.