i fell in love with her knees first.
they blushed. angel kissed.
two tiny red patches within the dips of the bones and skin of her knees. she was all skin and bones- and angel kisses. always.
she said she was born with them. birthmarks, she seethed.
but I sketched them later on paper.
angel kisses, i wrote.
her eyes were gray. she loved it when the sky was weeping. i fell in love with her eyelashes, her storm clouds above the snow sky.
i watched her and
i loved her and
i breathed her name.
but they said i should give up on her. gently let her go.
she smiled at my neck. swept away my breath and her fingers spread
over my cheeks with the blood that rushed
(like paint)
and she smiled my name and she turned away
she never fought to keep me there.