Breathe
This tiny little drabble is inspired 100% by this drawing by the talented smexygrey.
Rated PG.
You gasp against the circle of my lips and we breathe.
We breathe in the same air; the hazy sketching between us that was once uncertain becomes vividly clear.
Vividly clear, and broad broad strokes form our outline; a sure hand directs the flutter of your eyelids and the caress of my hand on your cheek.
Your cheek is no longer grainy in my dreams, but soft and warm and real, and as the grey gaps between us are filled by hues and tones and lines of black, I know.
I know that the plates beneath our feet have shifted, the planets realigned, the monsoon tides washing over undead bodies as our hands dance to the music of the push and pull between our frames.
Our frames collide on this insignificant night, in this unwary room, and for one moment in time, we are free, as I hear you gasp.
You gasp against the circle of my lips and we breathe.
Rated PG.
You gasp against the circle of my lips and we breathe.
We breathe in the same air; the hazy sketching between us that was once uncertain becomes vividly clear.
Vividly clear, and broad broad strokes form our outline; a sure hand directs the flutter of your eyelids and the caress of my hand on your cheek.
Your cheek is no longer grainy in my dreams, but soft and warm and real, and as the grey gaps between us are filled by hues and tones and lines of black, I know.
I know that the plates beneath our feet have shifted, the planets realigned, the monsoon tides washing over undead bodies as our hands dance to the music of the push and pull between our frames.
Our frames collide on this insignificant night, in this unwary room, and for one moment in time, we are free, as I hear you gasp.
You gasp against the circle of my lips and we breathe.