(no subject)
i'll be quiet to keep you quiet. who needs words? i can feel your heartbeat. i can hear your quickened breath. your eyes are windows, stained glass windows fitted into the frame of your temple, facing west where blue waters eb back and forth on the shores redundantly hushing, pushing us to be quiet. we let words drop to the ground where they are trampled by our slow dancing. we slip and slide in the oozing black blood that spills from underfoot. stained and silently sifting through emotions, i'm walking you out the door. tredding across broken green blades, anticipation punctures my soul then we embrace. bodies pressed tightly, wrapped in warm arms, three words come back to life. all for you.