sometimes winter hits in the middle of fall

the frost on the grass in the early morning chills the bones and bites the heart

but occasionally, the rebirth of spring comes and visits

and i can feel your heartbeat once again.

we broke up.

your fingers left bruises on my hip when you let my lips touch yours. i still feel the ghost of your lips against the back of my neck, the way you'd drag the bottom one over my skin.

you kissed me with closed eyes and open arms. i only feel the colors between us, no space.

i place my secrets on your lips and you keep them well.

i want to drape my arms over your shoulders and taste the galaxies hidden on your tongue.

my cheeks red from you

the white glow of your presence

atlantic blue eyes

your face isn't even a foot away from mine, but neither of us lean in. the tension is so apparent to the both of us and we want it to be broken so badly. i want you all at once and every bit of you.