Faces so close, they are disfigured. Ocular organs blurred with cheek, nose. Our nonsensical reality stands still as we both know within our minds that although what our eyes see don't make sense, this is us wanting to be part of the other.
We fall into the black of each other's pupil; receiving the other's exhale; noting every touch, movement.
Our words harmonize with the invisible motions of spirit. Our ghostly bodies embrace beyond sight.
Our taste of life within the other's arm? Never enough.
Here lay the moments of star-gazing while the sun is still out. Finding beauty and intrigue in a world I only dream to explore. One that imagination will never do proper justice.
My secret eclipse. My favorite wonder does not take lifetimes to view, although the gaps between her view are often more unbearable than I'd like.
Such fiery arms that reach out from behind that complete darkness!
And then, as if immediately extinguished, the blue of the coolest water.
I hope it a fresh water body.
Barefoot. The pool starts shallow, tickling the ankles.
Bare skin. Radiating warmth. A malak's wind, painting perfection on the canvas of my senses.
My knees meet the fluid's slop and hold.
Immersing bent arms.
Lazily allowing to be overwhelmed, I soon arise having hardly captured some of this essence in my bowl of fingers.
Nearing my lips, even the thoughts on how sweet it will be stirs my heart as when finally quenching dry desire.
Lola's eyes.
Our words harmonize with the invisible motions of spirit. Our ghostly bodies embrace beyond sight.
Our taste of life within the other's arm? Never enough.
Here lay the moments of star-gazing while the sun is still out. Finding beauty and intrigue in a world I only dream to explore. One that imagination will never do proper justice.
My secret eclipse. My favorite wonder does not take lifetimes to view, although the gaps between her view are often more unbearable than I'd like.
Such fiery arms that reach out from behind that complete darkness!
And then, as if immediately extinguished, the blue of the coolest water.
I hope it a fresh water body.
Barefoot. The pool starts shallow, tickling the ankles.
Bare skin. Radiating warmth. A malak's wind, painting perfection on the canvas of my senses.
My knees meet the fluid's slop and hold.
Immersing bent arms.
Lazily allowing to be overwhelmed, I soon arise having hardly captured some of this essence in my bowl of fingers.
Nearing my lips, even the thoughts on how sweet it will be stirs my heart as when finally quenching dry desire.
Lola's eyes.
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