We could go night swimming, and I could hold you in my arms and together we’d sink beneath the surface, and such a thing would make us feel as natural as we could ever wish. We could be cinnamon lovers skirting the edges of time or arguing lovers outside fast food joints saying words each hope will cut the other to pieces. We could set fire to the world or just sit around eating popcorn and laughing at the shit we see on TV. Maybe we’ll masturbate each other to sleep and dream about those videos on the internet, y’know, the ones that popped our teenage minds and left us unable to do anything other than drink the days away in an effort to be free from the greedy hand of death. How many tears have you cried in the dead of night? How many times have you laughed for no reason driving with your eyes shut tight daring God to strike you down knowing full well he wouldn’t dare? Beneath a streetlight with our backs turned to the road, we share a can of beer and the words that spill from my mouth may not be pretty and they may not be poetic, but they came from being with you. Under my breath, I tell you what a grown man isn’t meant to say, and yeah it leaves me weak and broken but if only for a few seconds, I’m almost as beautiful as you. While the rest sleep, we could go night swimming, and as the cool water takes us home, there would be nowhere else we’d rather be. We could gaze at the stars and write our names across the sky with the tips of our fingers. We could smear those stars the same way I smear my heart across the pages of this book. There’s nothing else that matters, so swim with me until we find a place where there’s music in the air and the animals can roam safe in the knowledge that the curse of man can’t reach them. Swim with me and float in the void as happy as can be until we become stars, so perfect and shiny and beyond, beyond, beyond.
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Beautiful Stephen. ⚘💚
Thank you 🙂
My pleasure ☺
I love this one. Beautifully written.
That’s very kind of you. Thank you!
It’s almost like a song. Such beautiful imagery.
Thank you, T. I’m trying to write a few gentler pieces to get in the mood for ‘Evening Star’ x
Thank you ever so much x
Fascinating and beautiful
I’m so pleased you enjoyed it 🙂
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Thank you, Daffni x
Beautifully stated as only you do!
Thank you, my friend!
The flow of this goes like you’re already half lover, half Milky Way shooting star.
Oh my! I’m smiling inside. Thank you for such a lovely image 🙂
this has beauty, man
Thank you, I’m touched you think so.
“Beneath a streetlight with our backs turned to the road, we share a can of beer and the words that spill from my mouth may not be pretty and they may not be poetic, but they came from being with you. Under my breath, I tell you what a grown man isn’t meant to say, and yeah it leaves me weak and yeah it leaves me broken but if only for a few seconds, I’m almost as beautiful as you are.”
…may not be pretty and they may not be poetic, but they came from being with you…
I’m a right wuss today. I’ve spent some of the day crying over things that ordinarily wouldn’t have made me even lose a step, but then this. Forfucksake!
<3's and all that other sappy shit that your writing usually reduces me to. xx
I’m touched that it moved you, even if like you say, it hasn’t taken much. It’s a nice little moment, though, isn’t it? A sideways step into one of those bubbles of time and space I’m always banging on about x
Haha. Yup! Keep on banging on please. x
This is just beyond beautiful.
Thank you ever so much! I’m touched you think so.
You fell off the edge and took us with you…amazing writing! x
Thank you ever so much, Holly 🙂 x