> honeymoon - lana del rey
DECOMPOSITION IS THE process in which deceased organisms return back to the earth, and it happened frequently in the season of dried leaves and bare trees. The shedding trees littered gold and crimson in elusive swirls, caught fleetingly in the mirror of their eyes.
It felt as if the pre-winter breeze was blowing through the cages of my ribs, hallowing a cold space between their calcium teeth.
"Would you sing for me if I asked you to?" Their smile eased gently over their features, like honey, like sunlight. "I miss the singing of angels."
"I'm no longer one," or "It's been a long time," should be enough to excuse myself; but they died coarse in the walls of my throat and I could only nod in the presence of those starless nights.
I could not remember the last time I harnessed this mortal voice-box to sing, but it felt natural, almost like another limb. Like warm air ballooning slowly and forcefully from my guts to my lungs, I could not stop the vibrations from spilling past my lips.
Those twin pits of depthless ink melted into a serene line, the cracks near the edge of their smile softening, and everything felt too much.
Warmth crept into my palm as they wrapped their fingers around mine, and placed their other hand on my shoulder, their firelight eyes whispering 'let's dance the day away.'
How could I refuse?
Swaying lazily, feeling our feet barely touch the paved ground; like a fishing boat in the middle of the ocean under the blazing sun, jolting gently above the waves.
We felt more like the dancing leaves than our mortal bodies, feeling as if the air in our chest would make us waltz our way to the heavens.
They felt right, their back on the crook of my elbow, their moon-like smile brighter than the light of a thousand suns. It felt so wrong, the restlessness curling at the bottom of my gut, the tightness in my chest, and how I dare not blink; in case they disappear like a dream.
I could not look at them in the eyes with the strength I did before, with the sinking stone inside of me.
Perhaps it was because I know when the music ends.
