What Secrets Sleep In The Heart Of A Man
Their toes dipped in the water, making ripples that collided with each other and sailed further out across the river.
“What’s she like?”
He tried not to let his heart wander at the thought of her, his voice escaping in a whisper, “Amazing.”
She pulled her top over her head, adjusting the straps on her sun kissed shoulders. He looked away as she buttoned her jeans.
He wondered if you could want to be in one place just as much as the other, and if he would ever get the chance to rip himself in two. Sometimes the turbulence made him feel sick.
“What colour’s her hair?”
“Like sunset. As far out as you can see, when the light’s losing it’s grip on the dark.” He felt a punch like a paper cut across his heart.
She flattened her palm over her belly, getting dirt on her crisp white singlet. “Does she love you differently to me?”
He knew that she’d mixed up the words, that here, she was asking him to map his love for the both of them - to spread it out so she could see where he took a wrong turn.
“I feel as if sometimes, I’m dreaming. Like I’ve torn a seem in my life that no one else can see, and I sneak through it when no one is watching.”
He swallows, it all comes back. Her touch, with those fingertips that feel like silk. Her words and how they settle on his tongue like sugar. The way her hair falls over her shoulders and how she blushes when someone pays her a compliment.
“But instead of making the tear bigger, I sow it up a little more each time I leave. And one day, I’m sure it will be too small for me to see.”
He rolled his head to the side, catching the end of the day.
Putting her hand in his, she closes her eyes and whispers, “She won’t let go that easy.”
His muscles relaxed as the sun dimmed and when he felt weightless, he was dreaming of her.
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