He watered the flowers in my chest and they blossomed. I showed him all of the colours on my tongue and he stayed.
He’s like a breath of fresh air, clearing my mind but filling my lungs. It’s different and warm. It’s hopeful. This feels so easy. It’s serene.
There is something remarkable in the way he speaks, the way he laughs and whispers and sings. It will remind you of knowledge infused innocence. Until we’re ******* each other in the kitchen.
We kiss and it’s like I’ve tasted everything sweet, while my body is being set on fire and the butterflies’ wings still flutter with desire. I lay my ear flat against his chest, as I try to memorise the rhythm of his heartbeat.
We’re driving on an empty highway past borrowed land. “Paris” is playing at volume thirty five. I look over and you take my hand. The rear view mirror is reflected in your green eyes while the corners of your mouth turns up into a smile, almost in slow motion. Now I can feel my own grow.
We stay silent but I know and you know: this is the most profound feeling in life.