i*m full of you <3
i remember a room too hot that it felt like it was late summer, with a ceiling fan that didn*t make a difference to the thick heat, spinning silently in the dark. and you. in the deep, suffocating black, where i could barely feel my face, see myself, there you were. you*re not a memory, but a constant, refreshed, imprinted on my body, my mind; you are all around me. writing our story on my skin, searing prose, fingertip tracing the letters, lips following until i think i might be dreaming this time; but it*s too real, the electricity buzzing in my ears, in my veins, pumped through my lungs until i*m full of you. and it feels so familiar, so easy, so comfortable and i can*t imagine when you won*t fit next to me, curve for curve. so beautiful in the early morning light, hours later, tangled in cotton sheets until we*re covered in snow, new snow, and out the picture windows, the city miles away, a distant land. wrap me in you and we*ll pretend we never have to leave, never abandon our cocoon, never pulled apart, beause this is too sweet, too perfect to become just a memory, boxed, labeled, and set with the other ones on a shelf. i want to hold on to you.