indoors.

Ourselves

Scarlet from afar

with periwinkled lot-lights nearby,

shirts off in the heated car

had coincided with the summery sky.

Inspired by each other,

as thought while I perspired with my oughta-be brother.

It seemed like a summer evening,

just with the autumnal tree-silhouettes;

two of my favorite seasons. My artistry was seeping.

We saw each other in ourselves and I had no regrets,

minor caresses along his arm-crease replaced the verge of sleeping.

Our heartbeats were almost as loud as playful navel-pokes and endearing embrace,

and little whines tickled us more than chilled goosebumps and invaded space.

I was tripping in my music; we were both weirdos.

I love you.

I thought of the music with the drape of his aura.

I love you.

Pale porcelain under the rain that didn't match his eyes.

I love you.

Frogs and solitude.

I love you.

Ourselves. We were being ourselves;

hello, me.

You're so like me.

It's not out of vanity, I swear.

Entranced as it was so elongated, and

I love you so much...

So very much.