Tension

We talk quietly, hushed whispers that barely clear the hum of the air conditioner.
This is all so familiar, so natural.
Innocent.
Your face mirrors mine: calm, long with the worries of the day. Ready for bed.
But I can see that something else is in your eye.
A secret longing that glows just above your pupil.
We are unaware of the riptide lurking below.
Just waiting for one of us to dip a foot in.
Just waiting to drag us far and deep to a place we have come to fear yet secretly wish to find, together.
Your eyes close.
Your whispers turn to mumbles.
Sleep takes you.
I am not far behind.
Safe for one more night.