Etheral

I tug
Your soul
Towards mine
And there’s
A pulsating ache
That pulls mine
As well,
So we float
Somewhere
In-between.
Below the
Shimmering stars
Or higher above the
Acacia lines.
You can call it petal bed
Or an abode where
Our souls arise
To celestial rhythms
And everything cliche
Gets shredded,
But if we breathe in
The truths from
Each other
As we are doing now.
You can call the place
What you may please
But I will name it
Rightfully
Our Home.