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I've mastered the feeling of ecstasy. Creeping past twilight and into the warm, pillowy crevice between yesterday and tomorrow, I pulled you into my arms and gently woke you up. I lay and watched as this light, this radiance awoke with you. I watched as your heart swelled and let out the words that you forget to say. They gasped for air and climbed out of your chest, revolving and smiling and exuding all of your brilliance until they filled completely the space between our bodies. Your essence, shuddering, curled softly next to my heart.
A flutter of the eyelids and this soft, almost silent, sound remind me of the beautiful stirring beside me. You still my fears, and push your emotion so far inside of me that I feel as thought my skin might not be able to contain the swelling. This is perfect, the way it is. This is wonderful, without labels or audible affirmations. I can live off of your kisses and these candlelight epiphanies. You are mine, and I have never been more sure.
Twilight creeps up on you, on me, a still, sleeping form laid prone on a floral couch. I have shelved these midnight fancies for a time when we are less persecuted. You have stolen away from disapproving eyes to sit next to me and seal my questions with kisses. With the same deference and gentility, you wake me. I am still overflowing with emotion.
Today, I hope that I left a residue of this feeling on your lips.
A flutter of the eyelids and this soft, almost silent, sound remind me of the beautiful stirring beside me. You still my fears, and push your emotion so far inside of me that I feel as thought my skin might not be able to contain the swelling. This is perfect, the way it is. This is wonderful, without labels or audible affirmations. I can live off of your kisses and these candlelight epiphanies. You are mine, and I have never been more sure.
Twilight creeps up on you, on me, a still, sleeping form laid prone on a floral couch. I have shelved these midnight fancies for a time when we are less persecuted. You have stolen away from disapproving eyes to sit next to me and seal my questions with kisses. With the same deference and gentility, you wake me. I am still overflowing with emotion.
Today, I hope that I left a residue of this feeling on your lips.