seaside

XIX

"you never told
me you were from produce
high, much
less my class?"
the two
are seated by the
sea- enjoying
each other's presence,
feeling so
at ease.
the two may still
somewhat be strangers,
but the
way Tazannah leans
onto Hangyul
and
his hands running
through her coarse locks
proves how
far their
relationship
has gone since the first
night they met.

"well you never
brought it up," he
chuckles
as a response-
and it's back to the
tranquility of before, a
comforting
feeling surrounding
the two.
he plays with her
ends and braids them,
"god you're
so pretty."

Tazannah lets
our a soft laugh.
"am i?" the breeze blows
by and
sends her wisps of hair
flying, the goosebumps
on her
skin.
her cheeks
are flushed, drunk
on love.

he nods and
pulls her closer.
you're shivering is
what
he whispers to her
before pulling her close,
his heart
a trillion beats
per second at the
close
proximity and
the love he feels.

and he asks it,
the question they've been
avoiding.
"what are we?"

what are we.
three ominous words
that hold so much
uncertainty.
it's a question Tazannah
takes
time to think
of an answer.
she traces the ink on
his skin, "what do you
want
us to be?"

the person
i want to rely on. my
soulmate.
"my lover."
and when they lean into
a kiss of intoxicated
nights,
they can feel
each other smiling
into it- getting
lost in
another
summer night
with the desire of
each
other.