cut the bindings that allow you to lingeri wove my silent words through your hair and in return your gaze melted into my skin and your scent dripped into the folds of my bed sheets. your chaos uncoiled in my stomach and expelled a sense of harmony instead, now i’m just ghosting through your skull if i’m lucky enough to gain access. the tilt of your head, the swoop of your face, the grace of your lips, still maintains a fresh image in my mind. i cannot remember what i had for breakfast, or my cousin’s birthday, but i can remember the exact way your eyes isolated us and i can still feel your kiss even after you’ve taken it all back without consulting me first. the swinging of my porch door trapped your feelings inside my house when you left so quickly, they did not follow you, they joined my rapture and expanded it tenfold. my admiration for you is evident in my stare but your eyes skim over me like i am nothing more than a foggy city skyline, nothing extraordinary enough to remember, and it’s hard
youHe drank me in, bare bones and pallid skin, not hiding his interest but almost flaunting it. It was the way his eyes seemed to take in only the image of me horizontal beside him and none of the surroundings that caused trembles to thunder all throughout my body. There was a single source of light, caking us in dim illumination and further softening the air.His eyes rested on mine with a tenderness that I had never seen before in a stare focused on me. I tried to return it, but I was too overwhelmed by the fact that this human being, this bewitching treasure, this boy outlined in gentle light, was gazing at me in such a way. My heart sagged against my ribcage in a sighing rapture. The skin of my right arm prickled and I hadn’t realized his hand was resting upon it. The trembles were trembling now.We said nothing. It seemed we did not have to. The brown melted into the blue so effortlessly we were whispering without parting our lips
Filmore and Dig“where should we go?”“idiotic question; where shouldn’t we go?”“don’t you think… perhaps… i mean, that this, this is not a good idea?”“pardon?”“don’t you think this whole pursuit is in vain? and we might get in trouble?”“‘we might get in trouble’, is that what you said, filmore, is that right?”there was a pause long enough that the silence began to clang in their eardrums“we aren’t children, filly… oh, jesus, why did your parents name you such a thing—”“listen, i don’t care if we’re seventeen and not ten, we could still get in trouble!”“ah… okay, alright, alright, we cannot get in trouble with our parents, our rulers, our captors, if they cannot find us.”another pause, but short“you got me, fil?”“okay. i… it’s just difficult for me, you know?