Tangerine
“Let’s dream of Paris until Paris dreams of us.”
Sunlight shone through the words as they hung in the air, pinning them to our young skin.
Her hands traversed my back like nomads.
I don’t think either of us knew who had just spoken. Maybe it was a collective thought.
We were half-built vessels wrapped in delicate blue fabric, lost at sea in the middle of the living room floor.
Rent was past due, but there was no dust on the bookshelves. We were rich with each other.
I felt lips on mine, and we went somewhere that had never heard of a city called Paris.
Sunlight shone through the words as they hung in the air, pinning them to our young skin.
Her hands traversed my back like nomads.
I don’t think either of us knew who had just spoken. Maybe it was a collective thought.
We were half-built vessels wrapped in delicate blue fabric, lost at sea in the middle of the living room floor.
Rent was past due, but there was no dust on the bookshelves. We were rich with each other.
I felt lips on mine, and we went somewhere that had never heard of a city called Paris.
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I'm actually really happy with this. Like normal, I didn't edit it so this is the first and only draft. The only thing I was really focusing on with this one was varying line/thought length. I feel like a lot of my older writing was hard to read because it was so short and everything was the same length. It wasn't very dynamic, even though I am still happy with some of the old metaphors. Anyways, enjoy. Hopefully I can write a little bit more in this vein for a little while