like blood that burned

I yearn till my heart is bruised and beating. My lips aching for the familar taste of summer nights. Of stars, of -— something that is sharp soft and all the far away.

Memories. Eyes, open, dark and piercing. Lips, smiling softly in the dark silence. I won’t let you go. Skin against skin, fire carving fury with scratched nails. A promise. Voices trapped in trembling fingers intertwining like threads. We are the only one left.

And Love, screeching & screaming love pouring from hearts pulling closer, closer.

(You.)