Shall We Dance?
The Way We See
Honey, those gauzy skirts and silver bangles only hide so much. Your pretty blue eyes are the same frosty colour of your lips; hm, that seems to be a bit much, don't try and hide from me.
The skin on your neck is soft. Goose bumps follow my lips as I trace patterns of sweet nothings over you.
I can't help but think of how many people figure you as a girl as we saunter past them, our arms linked as whispers past between us behind henna-painted hands. You tell me my eyes are the colour of green glass-bottles that you find left on the beach.
I tell you your eyes are like the sky on a day you would go to the beach.
We giggle behind our hands as we stumble down the side walk, delirious with cigarette smoke and the feeling of each-others skin.
I press my lips to yours for a second, not long enough for anyone outside of us can see. I feel you stop breathing.
Don't do that, you warn.
You tell me you don't want to feel anymore; to deal with the fact that maybe--just maybe--life is better with someone else there living with you.
I brush my lips against yours again, and I feel you stiffen. But you don't stop me. I can feel the way your body buzzes when I touch you.
You tell me to please stop. I do. You thank me. You apologize. I forgive you. Your mascara starts to run down your face.
Fuck off, leave my alone, don't look at me like this, you say.
I laugh, and later you tell my the sound was like glass-bottles breaking. Thats fitting, I say. My eyes flood and my hands shake as you run, falling because of your stilettos.
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The next time we see each-other, your eyes are the colour of winter. I look at you for a while. Your coffee is probable getting cold. I sit down across from you.
I can't do this anymore, you say.
I wait for you to elaborate, but you seem content to be silent, so I don't ask any questions.
You stand up and lean over the table, kissing me lightly. Wait for me, you say. We can try in another life.
I nod, and you kiss me again.
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I take your ashes and scatter them at the beach, out to where the sky meets the water.
Its our special place. I leave behind a green glass-bottle.
I love you.
The skin on your neck is soft. Goose bumps follow my lips as I trace patterns of sweet nothings over you.
I can't help but think of how many people figure you as a girl as we saunter past them, our arms linked as whispers past between us behind henna-painted hands. You tell me my eyes are the colour of green glass-bottles that you find left on the beach.
I tell you your eyes are like the sky on a day you would go to the beach.
We giggle behind our hands as we stumble down the side walk, delirious with cigarette smoke and the feeling of each-others skin.
I press my lips to yours for a second, not long enough for anyone outside of us can see. I feel you stop breathing.
Don't do that, you warn.
You tell me you don't want to feel anymore; to deal with the fact that maybe--just maybe--life is better with someone else there living with you.
I brush my lips against yours again, and I feel you stiffen. But you don't stop me. I can feel the way your body buzzes when I touch you.
You tell me to please stop. I do. You thank me. You apologize. I forgive you. Your mascara starts to run down your face.
Fuck off, leave my alone, don't look at me like this, you say.
I laugh, and later you tell my the sound was like glass-bottles breaking. Thats fitting, I say. My eyes flood and my hands shake as you run, falling because of your stilettos.
------
The next time we see each-other, your eyes are the colour of winter. I look at you for a while. Your coffee is probable getting cold. I sit down across from you.
I can't do this anymore, you say.
I wait for you to elaborate, but you seem content to be silent, so I don't ask any questions.
You stand up and lean over the table, kissing me lightly. Wait for me, you say. We can try in another life.
I nod, and you kiss me again.
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I take your ashes and scatter them at the beach, out to where the sky meets the water.
Its our special place. I leave behind a green glass-bottle.
I love you.
♠ ♠ ♠
ugg for some reason this became harder to write the longer I went on; so I cut it off.maybe I'll add stuff later. maybe.