everything in its right place
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For making me feel beautiful."
"That was all you tonight."
surreal. maybe it was the early morning hour, or the dim sideways light. the slow movements and stares. the pressing closer closer closer. no one has ever looked at me that intensely before. feeling so beautiful, small, and quiet beneath you. when you held me in the street, the old buildings - the subjects of a silent film. all that i could do was bury myself in the curve of your neck.
quietly walking up the stone steps, a turn to glance goodbye. You were still there watching me seconds before you left.
moments later, upstairs in my underwear, squished yet stretched across a small sofa with her whispering, reading aloud, crying, drifting until the sunrise.
i'm not here. this isn't happening....stay beautiful.
"For what?"
"For making me feel beautiful."
"That was all you tonight."
surreal. maybe it was the early morning hour, or the dim sideways light. the slow movements and stares. the pressing closer closer closer. no one has ever looked at me that intensely before. feeling so beautiful, small, and quiet beneath you. when you held me in the street, the old buildings - the subjects of a silent film. all that i could do was bury myself in the curve of your neck.
quietly walking up the stone steps, a turn to glance goodbye. You were still there watching me seconds before you left.
moments later, upstairs in my underwear, squished yet stretched across a small sofa with her whispering, reading aloud, crying, drifting until the sunrise.
i'm not here. this isn't happening....stay beautiful.