Their slender fingers swam through my forest of curls. They soothed my fears with a simple stroke and a simple smile.
Although feelings and fear have disappeared, they still hold me up. Help me to crack a smile, listen to my heart flutter and my stomach flip.
They hold my problematical conscious on a shoulder along with the weight of their world on the other. They drag their feet from the strain but solider on despite all else. They give an auto pilot smile as then curl behind their cage within as they pretend to be truly there.
That smile, an auto pilot landing laugh and auto pilot lift talk. It's never the same to a manual movement, a real emotion.
Every passenger and problem they carry between their angel wings and on their steel spines are sitting not so silently. The problems make pokes, noise, complaints and nudges in attempts to get the pilots attention.
Occasionally the problems do and the pilot loses control, spiralling from sky, star and cloud towards green-blue sea. They never clash with the untimely sea, the pilot manages to regain strength from within their self and their co-pilot. Their best friend, their constant reminder that they are not alone.
The two have not been flying together forever, the pilot had flown with many co-pilot's but never has one managed to save a fall, stop a spiral and bring the pilot back to earth so many times before, until now.
So the pilot appreciates their co-pilot with intimate lips, words, touch and love. The long awaited love that bound the two pilots into a single plane that they pilot together.
The pilot's fingers swim in their co-pilots heart and soul. The silky smooth touch of undying love, trust and respect keeps the pilot happily smiling a proper smile as they take flight. As they hold one hand to the joystick and one to the warm palm for a reassuring contact from their co-pilot.
With that co-pilot that pilot can safely swore the sky with all passengers and problems at bay. They smile and look towards the sky, beyond the clouds and towards the heavenly virtues.
With their love they have landed the plane safely many many times over and every time. The pilots hands curl into the co-pilots hair while their lips melt into sync from passion and pride, love and joy.
The two understand each other's sacrifices and feelings. They understand. They love. They live. They learn.
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Emotional Shorts
RandomThis is just a book of what I want to write down. I put it on here hoping it could help others see that their not alone. I would not call them stories or poems. Just thoughts that get stuck in my head for the day, or even just a scene I wish to add...
