Shoelace
Bluelighter
I closed my eyes..
her smell was an intensley thick scent of olive oil. As I ran my rose over her milk white neck, the vapours
engulfed my mind and clouded my thoughts.
I opened my eyes..
Her hair was a warm tropical sunset. Layers of straw yellow, golden orange & chocolate browns. Beautifully
painted streaks that fell softly down her face.
I closed my eyes..
Her skin was a dirty but soft canvas. I could feel tiny blonde hairs on her back sticking up as my hand left a wave of goose bumps across her fragile body.
I opened my eyes..
"You could get lost in your eyes" she said.
I could say the same for her I thought. A vision of murky blue eyes filled with litres of guilt, innocence and wonderous individuality surrounded by a midnight shaded ring, concealing (or maybe protecting?) her every thought & secret that had yet been deciphered.
We lay on the floor sharing Malborough lights, though I found that, most of the time, the only thing that was really shared was the responsibility of actually holding them.
Often, she'd just stare though the accending smoke that danced slowly in front of her face.
Occasionally, she'd head to the bathroom.
Her room was rather warm on account of the old-school grill heater next to her mattres, but the toilet seat was a cold, unforgiving slab of ice and she was easily affected by temperature changes.
She slowly got up.
The foggy morning sunlight pierced through the glass roller door. Warm beams luminated the dew that had collected from the night before.
It felt like a dream. Surreal but surpirsingly familliar.
Her body, a brilliant figure that rocked batman boxer shorts and a navy blue singlet, beamed in the sun.
She slipped on a pair of faded green, cargo pants. Exceptionally baggy they were, matched only by the equally large ugg boots she put on after.
After putting a black hoodie on, she looked in my direction, smiled ever so slighly, and shut the door behind her.
I closed my eyes..
I rolled over to my left, re-arranging the many layers that were spread unevenly across the matress.
Quilts, blankets, dunnahs, sheets, even granny patched spreads all layed out.
I felt like I was lost in a great bin of arts and crafts materials.
I could smell her on the pillows. It was a musky body odour hinting of stale sweat and with the overal smell of the linen that had been without wash for at least a few weeks, much to my delight, didn't really smell bad at all, just.... natural. It offered much comfort. The mere smell of another was like a mothers craddling hug, secure and reassuring.
It had to be a dream.
The sounds of water running echoed in my mind. Pressure forcefully pushing the liquid noise through their pipes as it reverbed in and out of my conciousness.. Or did my conciousness reverb in and out of the liquid noise? I can't remember..
I opened my eyes..
She was allready half undressed, lifting up the assorted blankets to creep back to her original spot which was thankfully, still warm.
We lay there like a human knot. Compleatley locked in each others limbs.
We hardly spoke, though we didn't really need to I guess.
I closed my eyes..
My mind drifted into darkness, slowly unifying with the low volume beats that could be heard in the back round. Sometimes, I'd forget that I was there. It was like I was allways meant to feel this way. Everything made sense. Me & her, a wonderful, fresh connection.
My thoughts mutated and slowly deconstructed themselves to make single words like a ransom letter forming in reverse.
I was dreaming. I shot through my psyke, barely albe to grasp the concepts of scenarios I had semi-created in my brain.
It all turned to illusion of situations. Circumstances were only born to control sound of someone sniffing...uh. Hmm..
Huh?
I opened my eyes..
She was crying. I dont think she wanted me to know.
...................She's so beautiful.
-Later
her smell was an intensley thick scent of olive oil. As I ran my rose over her milk white neck, the vapours
engulfed my mind and clouded my thoughts.
I opened my eyes..
Her hair was a warm tropical sunset. Layers of straw yellow, golden orange & chocolate browns. Beautifully
painted streaks that fell softly down her face.
I closed my eyes..
Her skin was a dirty but soft canvas. I could feel tiny blonde hairs on her back sticking up as my hand left a wave of goose bumps across her fragile body.
I opened my eyes..
"You could get lost in your eyes" she said.
I could say the same for her I thought. A vision of murky blue eyes filled with litres of guilt, innocence and wonderous individuality surrounded by a midnight shaded ring, concealing (or maybe protecting?) her every thought & secret that had yet been deciphered.
We lay on the floor sharing Malborough lights, though I found that, most of the time, the only thing that was really shared was the responsibility of actually holding them.
Often, she'd just stare though the accending smoke that danced slowly in front of her face.
Occasionally, she'd head to the bathroom.
Her room was rather warm on account of the old-school grill heater next to her mattres, but the toilet seat was a cold, unforgiving slab of ice and she was easily affected by temperature changes.
She slowly got up.
The foggy morning sunlight pierced through the glass roller door. Warm beams luminated the dew that had collected from the night before.
It felt like a dream. Surreal but surpirsingly familliar.
Her body, a brilliant figure that rocked batman boxer shorts and a navy blue singlet, beamed in the sun.
She slipped on a pair of faded green, cargo pants. Exceptionally baggy they were, matched only by the equally large ugg boots she put on after.
After putting a black hoodie on, she looked in my direction, smiled ever so slighly, and shut the door behind her.
I closed my eyes..
I rolled over to my left, re-arranging the many layers that were spread unevenly across the matress.
Quilts, blankets, dunnahs, sheets, even granny patched spreads all layed out.
I felt like I was lost in a great bin of arts and crafts materials.
I could smell her on the pillows. It was a musky body odour hinting of stale sweat and with the overal smell of the linen that had been without wash for at least a few weeks, much to my delight, didn't really smell bad at all, just.... natural. It offered much comfort. The mere smell of another was like a mothers craddling hug, secure and reassuring.
It had to be a dream.
The sounds of water running echoed in my mind. Pressure forcefully pushing the liquid noise through their pipes as it reverbed in and out of my conciousness.. Or did my conciousness reverb in and out of the liquid noise? I can't remember..
I opened my eyes..
She was allready half undressed, lifting up the assorted blankets to creep back to her original spot which was thankfully, still warm.
We lay there like a human knot. Compleatley locked in each others limbs.
We hardly spoke, though we didn't really need to I guess.
I closed my eyes..
My mind drifted into darkness, slowly unifying with the low volume beats that could be heard in the back round. Sometimes, I'd forget that I was there. It was like I was allways meant to feel this way. Everything made sense. Me & her, a wonderful, fresh connection.
My thoughts mutated and slowly deconstructed themselves to make single words like a ransom letter forming in reverse.
I was dreaming. I shot through my psyke, barely albe to grasp the concepts of scenarios I had semi-created in my brain.
It all turned to illusion of situations. Circumstances were only born to control sound of someone sniffing...uh. Hmm..
Huh?
I opened my eyes..
She was crying. I dont think she wanted me to know.
...................She's so beautiful.
-Later
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