The sun kept poking in, so I woke up to adjust the curtains. He was still sleeping, and he looked beautiful. I saw his features more, I saw the creases in his face and his serious expression. We didn't have much. And we didn't have each other. We couldn't. Summer's in full bloom, so the heat radiants through out the city. We found a small little fan to bring in circulation to the small apartment. His shirt stuck to my skin, as did his smell. I recall the events from the night before as i slump myself in a corner of the room by the drawer. He touched me as if he'd known me all my life, and he held me like he'd never let me go. I knew the latter part to both sayings weren't true. But it was fun to pretend as if they were. I was a bird with a damaged wing, who constantly tried to fly on my own. He, he was the solace I was looking for. He was the passion that drove me wild, and I couldn't have him. I'd kill him if I had him too long. Dragging myself up from the corner, I chuckle at the fact that he's still sound asleep. He's sound asleep and mine for the time being. The only thing that I can do is enjoy the time, and enjoy him. I take off his shirt and rejoin him in bed. Body to body, sweat and all. My heart listens to his and they move together.
