he blazes through me
the thing i'm going to miss most about him is his quietness. the way silence hung on him ever-so-slightly that brought out his shyness in a sweeter manner; perfection, definitely. and the way his eyes held secrets w/ a care that no one else could handle- that's what i'll miss. how you could look into his eyes and that alone could tell you everything, tell you more truths than deceitful mouths ever do. i'm going to miss his face: his mouth, the way it would brush across me like petals.. his shoulders-strength- solidity- standing like a statue, able to devour me on impact- that's what i'll miss.
i'll miss the way he glazed over me- like snowflakes- climbing up like marble towers.
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and he held me.
tears streaming, it was his voice that calmed the fireworks.
"it's okay; it's okay" he repeated, stroking my arms w/ the feather-tipped fingers i'll never let go of.
sturdy, his voice cooled all prior illnesses, but not so powerful to blaze everything to ash. no, it was stable, steady, the perfect tool for curing hunger.
eyebrows: holding emerald below like little ornaments.
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butterflies pour from my stomach at first sight- all the different colors, fireworks ballooning, popping outward, regurgitating this image i have been left w/.
and i miss his hands... the architecture... the way his fingers could curl like the letters of the alphabet, and then leave w/ a glare, completely indistinguishable.
the eyes always frowned, even when his mouth could not.
the eyes held lagoons w/in that were uncharted waters, cloudy waters- waters that churned between your legs, sweeping feet back to shore w/ no apologies, no resentment.
and those soft glares that crawl past us, hardly beyond infancy, but still perfect in stride- in structure- still cause an expulsion of the heart.
if angels constructed your face, then devils filled in what's behind it. if you were given wings, it would be daemons who destroy them. but your hands- they are neither, for they are your own creation, your own tools.
when you touch me, it's you- nobody else.
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