Heaven.

I think (if it exists) heaven is a place where we spend every evening in a steaming bath, your delicate head resting upon my collar bones coated in a dirty white skin the colour of tainted clouds, the soles of your feet resting upon mine, talking a language of realism and horror, your body sinking into my own like melting clay. A place where we spend every sunny morning dusting off the excess kisses from the night before only to replace them with new ones, rosy cheeks the perfect canvas. Dainty lips work too. A place where evenings and mornings aren't just evenings and mornings. It is a cycle that never becomes boring, never goes dull, and the rhythmic tick isn't repetitive because we know it's not counting down. A place where the pattering of raindrops wish you to a peaceful sleep, only to be greeted with yet another sunny morning. I would die today if i knew that is where i would go.