boys were supposed to look like angels in the morning
divine beings bathed in rosy dawn
sunlight casting halos round their heads
but,
to her
isaac doesn't look like an angel
isaac looks like isaac
and she loves him all the more for it
she watches the rise and fall of his ivory chest
content to stare at him for as long as she was allowed
she wondered if she should feel slightly stalkerish
she didn't
his hair, no longer impeccably styled
falls in his face
it made him look younger, more innocent
more like an actual human than the young god her subconscious liked to idolize him as
but, oh
was he a beautiful human
boys weren't supposed to be beautiful, she knew this
but, there was no other word to describe the flaxen strands mussed across his forehead
glinting like dandelion silk in the blissful light of the early sun
or the smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose
so faint that it seemed as though god had painted them upon his skin with his smallest, most timid brush
he had been bolder with isaac's lips
in their lovely, present fullness
their color the most delightful shade of rouge
sculpted with all the craftsmanship of michelangelo
she reaches out
strokes his hair with a tender tentativeness
his hands shift from where they lie on her waist
eyes fluttering open
with the delicacy of a hummingbird's wings
"morning, babe"
his mouth ghosts over her cheek,
breath warm on her skin
"good morning, isaac"
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into the woods (on hold)
Short Story*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
