v u l v a l i c i o u s
possibly possible unless it's impossable
The way your hand guides me when we're dancing, like you know where you're going and it's only a matter of telling me.
The dream you had where we laid down next to each other and held our breath, waiting to figure out whose move was next.
The air is heavy with everything that could happen, all the things that might fall down at any second and knock us unconscious.
It's snowing outside and we haven't decided whether to meet or not meet, have that drink or hold off til later. The ground is wet with all the possibility.