The Most Beautiful Thing in My Mind.

Enough For us Both.

4.07 am
It's 4 in the morning. The smell of him lingers on my body. I'd rather be there than here. Your bones pressed so hard to your skin, I can hear them scream for me.
Closer.
Lips intertwined, lost like string that has no beginning, and no end. The earth breathed for us, and continues until light no longer has darkness to chase. Sometimes our words would run dry, and the only thoughts on our minds would be what the other feels like, soft to my fingers, warmth to my lips. A small oval stains his neck. Too faint for anyone to know but me.
Closer.
Soon enough I'm taken away. Only to disappear from him for a few days, until I come back. Only a few days. Days to wake up and smell him lingering on my body.