“We were silent, still, attached at the pelvis. Naked, we were naked. If it wasn’t for our slow, staggered breathing, I could have said we were completely still. There was this pulsing between our legs, and I could feel his heartbeat between my thighs. That’s how I knew we were alive; in between all of our daily motions and the deep sleep, there were these moments when he was inside of me, and I could feel his heart beating in my gut. He became just an extension of my body, another limb that I couldn’t live without. Apart, we were useless, two half-bodies needing to be puzzle-pieced back together, deadening slowly without the other.
