a dream, dec 3 3:33am
pressing your velvet skins against mine. we bruise against each other but it's alright, because we are becoming closer, crushing like overripe fruit.
you hold me tight, arms wrapping and intertwining, braiding and becoming one. skin ceases to belong to me or you or you, and we simply become us.
i do not know whose hand i am holding. i do not know who lifts my fingers to their mouth, who presses them against their lips and kisses them so softly. i do not know whose wrist i caress.
there are not lines, and if they ever were they have long since blurred. pink blends into periwinkle blends into green. soft watercolor tendrils that fill my lungs. the wine glass is crushed in a hand, the distance is eliminated. i love that we exist.