We touch,
Like strangers underneath a mistletoe
A familiar scent fills my nose, and I remember everything: the passion we shared, the tears we shed, and I crave it all. I crave you, to feel your nails on my back. Delicately scrawling my skin, just enough to cause my hairs to raise.
How soft your lips each time I press them, your body touching mine.
I fail to realize how much I missed you until I’m about to let you go.
The walls begin to crumble and the sun peeks through the waking haze. The night has fled and our reality is steadily approaching. It hurts, we know what happens once we leave…
So we stay.
Fighting any form of tiredness or responsibility. Desperately latched to a moment unable to be shared any longer, our moment of truth.
Where for a brief instant, we are the constellations at the center of our galaxy.
You are mine, and I am yours.
I am trying to absorb every ounce of you that I can because, deep down, I know I won’t be able to take you with me. You hold onto my lips as if they were the teat of life. Don’t leave me, you whisper in my ear.
“I won’t.”
The lie leaves my lips as we depart from your car, at four in the morning.
The Nuclear Cottage 