Bright green

Jun 11, 2014 23:39



It’s those eyes of yours.

As I look down to your face, I can see into them, be engulfed by them, drown in them. Feels like they hold the answers to everything I have ever questioned in my life, and still I feel so lost. So beautifully lost in their depth. It’s as if I’ve finally found home. Or fallen off of the surface of the earth, it’s hard to tell the difference these days.

Bright green, flecked with gold (and brown somewhere there, elusive as I try to chase it), encased by long, light, enchanting lashes. The same lashes that shyly shadows your cheekbones every time you look away, breaking the spell that they cast on me.

It’s your eyes that remind me how much I-

And again they look at me, letting me fall into the universe that I have created in that gaze. A universe of so many emotions, swimming around until it is impossible to discern one from another. So utterly confusing and yet, so perfectly safe.

The hand that snakes around my waist is hesitant and sure and it’s what I see reflected in your eyes. It’s what I see every morning when I wake up, and what I fall asleep to every night. It is like a first kiss and last kiss at the last time, soul against soul without two bodies moving. It’s you and me, from beginning to end.

So much to give, and I just want to take take take, to have everything you are as my own.

Eyelashes flutter as you lean up, skin on skin sliding without friction, delicious sparks that set my nerves alive as a shiver runs down my back. Noses so close, lips closer still, not touching. Your breath ghosting over my skin, breathing life into my body.

And when you look up, the green and gold and shy brown swallow me up, holding me, until I’m too dizzy and lightheaded to keep my eyes open (impossible, not when beauty itself is trying to devour me), closing my eyes to gain the courage and sense of self enough to close the distance of two universes, clashing in a sensation of a new big bang, colliding after a fall or touching the sky when lifting far enough in the air.

It’s those eyes of yours that let me know how much I love you.

A/N: Inspired by Ed Sheeran's "Kiss Me".

short story, love, english

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