The Direction of Sheets That Kissed His Skin.
I found the break in belief upon the study of honesty...
I knew the subject of smiles and that the left sided curl of a lip decided the direction
of my kiss...
He was...
untouchable, yet I adored the feel of him, and I sat behind mirrors for months pretending
to be Alice as my skirts raced dangerously close to tomorrow, the decoration of my thighs
touching...
ground.
“This is perfection, you know,” I whispered as the sun fell, and the blankets that covered
him danced silently over his skin as I watched night fall across the shadows of his face,
and I touched...
his smile...
with desperate lips as I tasted happiness and the delicious idea of me.
I curled up for a moment and thought, pondered, I decided I'd watch the direction of his
breath as my vision faded, he slipped his fingers through my hair and I split time in half
as my legs untangled, and we were...
everything...
uncountable, the months that forgot themselves, the nights I lost myself in his dreams,
and if that wasn't beautiful then reflections were liars and I slapped dishonesty straight
in the jaw...
before I told him how much I needed him...
before he watched the patterns of my breathing without understanding...
I exhaled for him..
without knowing I loved the way summer sheets touched his skin right before I held him...
right before I knew that forever is untouchable and existence is created with the smile
that settled on his lips
after we kissed.
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