Mountains Between Us

A Boy With Roses

Oh, the waves of your body take me to higher grounds. Places I can't describe and feelings I can't explain. I love how you touch me, how you hold me, how you love me and drive me crazy. You are the sun on my skin, the warm light bleeding through my sky. I came here to meet you, at the cusp of tomorrow, but you left me deserted in sadness. After the madness, I planted the seeds of hope. I watched quietly and waited for them to grow. I laid my head on my pillow and thought about you. I thought about us inside each other, kissing each other, whispering softly to each other. Coming alive with bright colours and running my fingers over the pleats in his shirt, tsunamis of reconciled flesh. I leave the window open and the air gets colder. I remain unspoken but I want your sugar, your honey in my mouth. Save yourself. The clouds are leaving the minefields, heading for the face of the nearest clock. In a display of facile words I am unapologetic and meticulous. Shrouded in sins. We are water and fire, picking ripe strawberries ready for harvest.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 5th, 2021 07:08
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