the clock reads 00:00 and there are no stars in the sky, and yet somewhere in the pitch black, his heartbeat echoes on my skin. his eyes are closed and his breath is slow but his body's still warm against mine, and i force my eyes open because i never want this to end.
i can still feel the ghost of his lips on my bones, and i pray for bruises to stain my skin wherever he has kissed me, just so the feeling lasts longer.
my baby swallows the sun and lets the sickly light seep into the gaps between his teeth. i can taste it when his mouth is on mine, sweet and golden and brimming with life, and burning hot on my tongue. stars sleep in the clusters of his eyelashes and moonbeams tangle in his hair, and i stay awake with my eyes on him until the sun comes up, because i never want to forget this.
