Author S. K. Nicholas

In dreams, my life is entwined with yours. In the silent words that swap between our mouths, the collision covers us with glass, but I’m too interested in what’s beneath your dress to take notice. There’s this fantasy that constantly blinds, and it bites our feet as we move through time. Pissing down with rain, these sensations ignite the tips of our restless fingers. Cold October taxi rides to the centre of the city. The end has a start, but this is only the beginning. Searching you out doused in shadows, the lights give you to me free of broken limbs. More and more you come through in waves, and as the steady hum of passengers drags us down, we escape to a backstreet devoid of prying eyes. Neon desires as the night survives, we clutch different beliefs but they’re all so meaningless, it doesn’t even matter. All those pieces, those fragments of torn paper we tried so hard to deny. Writing to erase everything we find useless. Writing to keep love alive when it all seems so hopeless. Words on my tongue as it circles your nipple, the systems they worship are abolished as we come together on the bedroom floor. Notes from the underground. Insect bites as you drink water to lesson tomorrow’s hangover. In the space between us, everything ends, and as my bones harden, minds flourish. These thoughts get me through the days they’ve already damaged, and I’m happy for the irony to be known. If it all ended tonight, would the words come at last? Would the passion return despite all that’s been lost? With my face next to yours, morning still feels so far away. Those passing hours when we’re at our closest. So many silent feelings. So many secret goodbyes.