Tag: kissing

I disappear.

I disappeared.

I was disappearing.

And then he saw me.

In all of my flawed glory.

And I tried.

Tried, but was not successful in tearing my eyes away.

I fade.

I faded.

I was fading.

And our first kiss breathed life into my throat.

To my lungs.

To my stomach.

To my spine.

Ears.

Fingers.

Liver.

Toes.

Eyes.

Thighs.

Arms.

Hair.

And into my heart.

–S.