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An explanation.

by anniec

you played our song in the aftermath of a heated discussion between close, close lips and tongues you were taller there and I was tucked beneath you, in the crook of your arm and chest warm and immovable our song struck its notes and together we sang it, both voices barely reaching audience but in such clarity to our ears only my voice caught about halfway through, as I thought of you, and where we were headed to the end of our lives, I hoped and I sobbed to the crook of your neck, in joyous foresight of our years as two to come, racking my breast you were worried my tears scared you, in case I cried for reasons of hurt to my heart, but my heart only hurt because it was close to bursting with overwhelming feeling, spilling over, a flood, a tidal wave streaming from my eyes my gratitude to your existence, to any God for granting me you, your warm body and freckled flesh a hundred thousand knives of love slammed through my ribs, into yours, turned to needles, sew us into forever I want to do it all with you; the growing, adulthood, children, a house, our futures I want them combined till you wrinkle and your freckles sink, and I kiss them with lined lips, and smile with old eyes at you for the longest time possible, and I feel this is not just a hope, but a certainty, and that this is what life is for me and that is what made me sob, into your body, and deeper still, because I know my life is set with you and how can I be happier? than in the moment when I realised this, like being dunked in the coldest water it is a certainty and I cried for it, for I know I am fulfilled, even in that one brief moment of our youngest years youth does nothing to stem the flow of tears, it provides the richest nutrition, and I am not blind but eyes wide open my fairytale exists and he is warm, bone and blood and beating soul, beside me, and I know he is forever and the way you held me while I cried, and carried on existing, a certain smell and quietly living, is how I know our connection is more than any can understand, and you squeezed back as I clutched your hand
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anniec
Published
Oct 4, 2015
Time
4m
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#love#romance#young#romantic#free#verse#soft#youth#gentle
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