In you, and on you, and with you
She’s in your head and in your heart, she’s all over your skin. She’s this beautiful, nebulous maybe, yes, I don’t know, possibly.
She’s please God, please. Let me stay here, just let me stay. Please. Talking to God at 4 a.m. with the voice in your head, the voice no one hears.
She’s bright light and right in front. She’s vanish and perfect dark.
She’s sad songs, and lonely songs.
She’s Heaven and Purgatorying.
She’s want and wait, air and breathlessness.
She’s love and safe, peace and sleep.
She’s home and away, too far and away.
She’s your muse and your torment, forever in you, and on you, and with you.
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Like lightning
She leans over and kisses you, and it’s like lightning. You close your eyes and fall into her, or she falls into you, or maybe you’re falling into each other. You close your eyes, her lips touching yours, and the world doesn’t go black, you’re not wrapped in darkness. You’re wrapped in light, white blinding light, complete, and radiant, and so right now. You’re enveloped in this radiance, totally fucking lost in it. Her lips wrap around yours, yours wrap around hers, and with every touch the light gets hotter, even more total. Your lips brush her cheek, her neck, she grabs at your hair, pulls harder with every kiss.
Electricity flies through her and into you, burning away all the fear and loneliness that’s been enfolded around your heart for so very long. Every nerve in your body is alive and screaming. The current from her touch runs down your spine to the tips of your toes, and for this series of perfect moments you know what it’s like to feel truly happy, truly in love.
You’ll fall asleep holding her close, dazed from feeling what it’s like to be struck by lightning
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