Unstrung on the Terrace

I ran up the stairs, two at a time, only to land in your arms.

Soft kisses, pillow talk,
And we were getting high on something stronger than alcohol.
Between sighs and moans, we walked to and fro,
Between longing and desire,
Never caring about the destination.
Any questions then slipped from our minds, and words escaped us.
You proposed another secret rendezvous atop a terrace, in a city not really ours, and I saw us there:
Laughing and whispering nonsense in each other's ears.
In the chaos of feelings and touch, words of proposed plans hung,
And I sang them all day long, like an ode in a language I didn't really know.
"See you again," we said, separating from each other.
And that's the thing about what we share:
Sometimes I feel strings building and emerging between you and me,
And suddenly I began to understand the language,
Only to be reminded that I left your arms and ran down the stairs, wishing for more time next time around.