Wonderland

“And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep.”

And then we're kissing. His lips are soft and leave mine tingling. I close my eyes, and in the darkness behind them I see beautiful blooming things, flowers spinning like snowflakes, and hummingbirds beating the same rhythm as my heart. I'm gone, lost, floating away into nothingness like I am in my dream, but this time it's a good feeling - like soaring, like being totally free. His other hand pushes my hair from my face, and I can feel the impression of his fingers everywhere that they touch, and I think of stars streaking through the sky and leaving burning trails behind them, and in that moment - however long it lasts, seconds, minutes, days - while he's saying my name into my mouth and I"m breathing into him, I realize this, right here, is the first and only time I've ever been kissed.

You are the sun that shines in the midnight hours when the deepest dark envelops me; you are life that brings everything as it scatters. You shine and as you are kept within my heart, it wonders at so much light, marvels at its warmth, and always turns its face towards it. 

Darling, just Kiss me show...

want you to curl up in my lap and tell me things you've never told anyone before