she stared at me. perhaps with compassion. i could not see clearly past this darkness. it was still too early for twilight. but i felt her fingers tracing my face. soft and delicate. she wanted to comprehend. secrets. she thought i must have them hidden somewhere in these eyes.
what do you want from me
our bodies were touching but i could only feel coldness where our senses met. her hand rested against my heartbeat to my amusement. i could hardly believe it was still beating. i thought it has long dissolved into shades of melancholy. a silhouette of an empty distance. i wished i could tell her there was nothing left.
we spoke quietly. whispering intimately so that this earth would not hear us. in this hour we are the only existence. against the night sky and its fading stars. i could hear myself uttering these words to her pleasure. i was once again a lover. i felt her trembled against my skin. my lifeless touch.
she wanted me. the fire and tenderness forged by these kisses. she glowed into a spectacular sight. she reminded me of an evening star i have once loved. that has once swallowed and shattered me against her torrent suicidal wave. one that tore my soul into blackened pieces. ones that life no longer merged into.
she was still a spectacular sight. enchanting as the song that the wings of birds rose to. and she kissed me again. something in me wounded. i was held captive against this deserted moment. i tasted sincerity from her tongue. and her moist lips. her being where shadows and grief shrunk into nothingness.
sun rise
fiesta of life against the cold window. the sun rays was soft and gentle on her skin. i grew jealous as it feast slowly upon her beautiful skin like a painted sea of dessert rose. and sand dune curves. and i was the night sky that disintegrates each time the sun shines upon her boundless beauty. one that reflected from her soul like a dew on the grass.
my eyelids grew heavy. she was still there.
our fingers intertwined.
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