Retrospect
i'm caught in your look, when i'm lost in the magic of your voice. sitting here on these steps, watching you talk, watching your lips move. the gentle curve where your upper lip puckers as it ripples in innocent mirth. people come and go around us, but you and i, we're swimming in our own private bubble of space and time. and you laugh. that fills me with a wondrous joy, emanating from an unknown core of my being, one that i never knew existed until you walked into my life.
the sun sets, sighing orange-red rays heralding the end of another long day, and bearing upon the gentle breeze the promise of night. conversation never fails us, for when tongues don't talk, they meet as if to welcome each other home. your hand slips into my shirt, seeking the safety that closeness brings us. your eyes are closed when we kiss, as you let yourself go and jump into the surf, where you see me already splashing in the waves. i've never hesitated to go anywhere, whenever you've wanted to come with me.
i spend so much of my time just gazing at you, answering a million times why you are the one. the flush in your high cheeks, the way you wink and hold me. each finger extended in a perfect syllable, your whole hand a sonnet, and your body an ode to beauty. lying here by your side, my hands gently sliding across your flat belly, raking it occasionally with my calloused fingers, just to hear your laugh as it tickles. the trees cast long shadows that ripple and roll over you. i breathe gently upon your navel, and watch as the goosebumps hustle for space upon the fair velvet of your skin.
in the dark stillness of the night, is the sound of a single breath, as two bodies in perfect harmony play notes hitherto undiscovered in the grand symphony of the cosmos. fingertips touch and travel, seeing and talking as if each curve were etched in braille. a short gasp here, a slow moan there, as the music slowly fades out, and nocturnal sounds come back to plug the holes of nothingness in space. i hold you close, tight, just the way you like it when i do.
at times, insecurities and priorities, responsibilities and culpabilities, all rear up like a four-headed dragon intent on breathing fire on the tranquil meniscus of a stable relationship. alas, we considered every possible thing but one - ourselves. time plods on steadily, sometimes we go through the machinations, sometimes the passion is reignited. but it does feel that daylight has slipped a couple of rays in between us. and we are drifting, not always being able to hold on to each other. time changes everything.
i never really understood you anyways. you never really loved me anyways.
the sun sets, sighing orange-red rays heralding the end of another long day, and bearing upon the gentle breeze the promise of night. conversation never fails us, for when tongues don't talk, they meet as if to welcome each other home. your hand slips into my shirt, seeking the safety that closeness brings us. your eyes are closed when we kiss, as you let yourself go and jump into the surf, where you see me already splashing in the waves. i've never hesitated to go anywhere, whenever you've wanted to come with me.
i spend so much of my time just gazing at you, answering a million times why you are the one. the flush in your high cheeks, the way you wink and hold me. each finger extended in a perfect syllable, your whole hand a sonnet, and your body an ode to beauty. lying here by your side, my hands gently sliding across your flat belly, raking it occasionally with my calloused fingers, just to hear your laugh as it tickles. the trees cast long shadows that ripple and roll over you. i breathe gently upon your navel, and watch as the goosebumps hustle for space upon the fair velvet of your skin.
in the dark stillness of the night, is the sound of a single breath, as two bodies in perfect harmony play notes hitherto undiscovered in the grand symphony of the cosmos. fingertips touch and travel, seeing and talking as if each curve were etched in braille. a short gasp here, a slow moan there, as the music slowly fades out, and nocturnal sounds come back to plug the holes of nothingness in space. i hold you close, tight, just the way you like it when i do.
at times, insecurities and priorities, responsibilities and culpabilities, all rear up like a four-headed dragon intent on breathing fire on the tranquil meniscus of a stable relationship. alas, we considered every possible thing but one - ourselves. time plods on steadily, sometimes we go through the machinations, sometimes the passion is reignited. but it does feel that daylight has slipped a couple of rays in between us. and we are drifting, not always being able to hold on to each other. time changes everything.
i never really understood you anyways. you never really loved me anyways.
NB: for the newer readers, this is the 12th in a series of the so-called blue post collection.
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