“I love you.
Silence.
More Silence.
“I still love you even if you don’t love me.”
“I do.”
“Show me.”
“I don’t know how.”
We were looking at each other. I was looking at the moon in your left eye. You were looking at me looking at you in my eyes. Our eyes shared corresponding flickers. You touched my neck and I felt it in my waist.
I like my body when it is with your / body.
You kissed my neck and I heard our breath fall into the same rhythm and then back out. I imagined our eyelashes intertwining like fingers. But we couldn’t get close enough for that. I felt the flesh of my shoulders grow cold and then warm again-- coldness flowing like so, down to my ankles and then disappearing for almost ever.
It is quite so new a thing. / Muscles better and nerves more.
I kissed you and our lips embraced and our tongues collided with sweet licks of wetness. And your fingers travelled and my hushed moans strained beneath your weight. I bit my lip. You bit my neck. Your back curved with every subtle movement i like your body. i like what it does, and I remembered your lips and /i like its hows. pulled you so they were together. Again.
i like to feel the spine / of your body and its bones, and the trembling
I let my palms search and find and discover. /-firm-smooth ness and which i will my fingers and palms made small and careful ups and downs / again and again and again I started to cry and so did you and I wondered if our tears stung the same way / kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh...And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
We fell asleep reciting Cummings back and forth. Line by line. I don’t remember the last words we said. They must have faded so beautifully away from our whispering lips.
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Drowning
Short StoryA series of vignettes surrounding the story of a lost artist. More shall be expected in the future.