steve, steve, steve...
His heart and mine are one. I know it seems silly but can I really deny the sheer magnitude of it. I guess so.
The wind swirls about my ankles, bringing leaves and the days debris with it and even still all I can hear is his whisper. Like a dream; something so fucking real I want to touch it and not being able to makes me want to cry. A heart like stone with a will that flows like river water; strong and determined. I smile as I come near him; sitting in the smoke filled bar. It’s an echo, that smile of something I feel that’s so close to love I simple cannot bear it. A breath held and his lips turn in response to my words.
‘beer?’ single word, simple question and he nods, gesturing for me to sit. I do; though some itch bids me do everything fast, faster. Pure as snow, as intent as hate but when my eyes meet his it’s like fucking magic. I know what he does; and so does he. Pausing before he brings the delivered glass to his lips; eyeing me with knowing intelligence. I sigh; a promise for what else can it be.
I want to ask him; about his mood about his self about .. Everything and yet I cannot find words. How could I? He is like living incarnate and it would be like asking what it felt like to die. I smile again, lacking words until he inclines his head and I hesitantly whisper a prelude ‘you love?’
His lips quirk, ironic. ‘of course’ Is his reply and those two words send shivers down my spine. I take a sip of my drink, admiring for a moment the sensation of my fingers against the glass. I return his smile; trying, a half cocked grin full of mischief and misunderstanding.
The wind swirls about my ankles, bringing leaves and the days debris with it and even still all I can hear is his whisper. Like a dream; something so fucking real I want to touch it and not being able to makes me want to cry. A heart like stone with a will that flows like river water; strong and determined. I smile as I come near him; sitting in the smoke filled bar. It’s an echo, that smile of something I feel that’s so close to love I simple cannot bear it. A breath held and his lips turn in response to my words.
‘beer?’ single word, simple question and he nods, gesturing for me to sit. I do; though some itch bids me do everything fast, faster. Pure as snow, as intent as hate but when my eyes meet his it’s like fucking magic. I know what he does; and so does he. Pausing before he brings the delivered glass to his lips; eyeing me with knowing intelligence. I sigh; a promise for what else can it be.
I want to ask him; about his mood about his self about .. Everything and yet I cannot find words. How could I? He is like living incarnate and it would be like asking what it felt like to die. I smile again, lacking words until he inclines his head and I hesitantly whisper a prelude ‘you love?’
His lips quirk, ironic. ‘of course’ Is his reply and those two words send shivers down my spine. I take a sip of my drink, admiring for a moment the sensation of my fingers against the glass. I return his smile; trying, a half cocked grin full of mischief and misunderstanding.