Stardust bodies
Lights danced across our skin. Each breath, each inhale, adding to the feeling of the living thing that hung in the air between us. Tension. We knew its name, yet we couldn’t think to label it. The emotions running so high and so brightly that our minds emptied. They reached out, crossing the gap and touching me in an instant. Glitter left in the aftermath of their feather touches, every nerve in my body focused purely on where our skin met. Where our breath joined and held each other. Their hands slid down my sides, dragging a line from my heart to the centre of my soul. Forcing ourselves to keep breathing, each movement sapping attention away from the simple task of inhaling.
But I found a feeling, hidden between moans and stars, nestled in pleasure and destruction, slumbering beside despair and ecstasy.
A feeling of letting go, of doubt and insecurity, a feeling of joining. A feeling of finally realising that I was stardust and I could be stardust once again.
In that moment, my blood turned to glitter, glittering in veins, my tears turned to silver, sparkling in the night, my heart became ruby, almost too full for me to carry. I was pure feeling.