7 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 ~ dnf

four...

Four days...

Dream and I
visited the trail today.
We walked under the trees
with autumn leaves
and nothing had ever looked so pretty,
as he did.

The orange,
yellow,
and red,
pieces of earth
fell into his golden hair.
He looked to be one with nature,
he blended in so naturally.

I couldn't help but stare
because he
right there,
was so damn pretty
with his hair
floating in the air.
And I swear
time itself seemed to stop.

Because when I look at him,
my world comes to a drop.
He smiles at me so beautifully
and I completely forgot what I was doing.

He's so distracting to me.
He's so fucking gorgeous to me
and I forgot
that he is still dying
right in front of me.

"Is there something you need?"
He asks me.

I shake my head "no,"
and smile.
Because he had caught me
staring.

"Nothing in particular."
I say.

"Well,
You seem to be staring at me."
He points out.

I nod.

"Yes,
because you are so fucking gorgeous,
my love."

He comes up closer to me
and holds my waist.
His hands
fit perfectly there.
Like two pieces of a puzzle
waiting to be fit together.

He stays there
as he stares
back at me
and he
had never seemed
so happy,
until we were underneath
those of the autumn

"No,
that is most definitely all you.
And I don't know why,
but you have this spark in your eye,
every time I compliment you."

I have absolutely no clue
what it is
he is talking about.
I don't know
what the hell
a "spark in your eye"
is supposed to mean.
But he seemed to notice it,
and obviously took note of it.

If i'm honest,
I didn't really listen to a single word he said.
Because I was too busy,
looking at his head.
He is still
so very gorgeous.
So instead of responding to his comment
with words,
I simply kissed him.

I had missed his taste
and I missed his lips
being smeared against mine.
I missed the hoard of butterflies
that always came
every time after we kissed.

He tries to pull away from the kiss,
but I did not let him go
that easily with this.
For I held onto his taste
for however long I felt.
Because he is mine
and he'd never decline a kiss
from me.

I savored his scent,
his soft lips,
and the way they felt against mine.
I savored his bliss,
pale skin,
touch,
blushing cheeks,
rouged red.
painted lips,
scarlet smile,
I savored
this.

And when I let him pull away,
I couldn't help but notice
the slight redness of his cheeks.
His color
had came back
and that made me almost die
from a heart attack.

Because he
was regaining his warmth
and I held my hand to his cheeks,
kissing him.

Over,
and over,
and over again.

Not just on the lips,
but everywhere.
His cheeks,
his nose,
his forehead,
and his neck.
He was
a complete

"George?
What's gotten into you?"
He giggles, in between me kissing him.

"Honey, look!
You don't seem as pale anymore."
I tell him,
still holding my hands against both his cheeks.

He smiles at me.
"I don't?"