She whispers worlds to me with her fingertips splayed out on my collarbones, and I taste black holes on her tongue. Her eyes are blind, yet she still seems like she sees all. I can't let my guard down even with her. Especially when we pail. She'll touch my face, gentle as a motherfucking pap, nice and smooth. I asked her why, once, and she told me that she likes to see my face. I bit my tongue, didn't ask what that meant. I understood in a way.
She eases me like sopor used to, gets me high enough on her presence that I don't feel like painting the wicked pictures with Kanaya's sweet ass jade blood. I hear the humans have awful nice red in their veins, but as long as she's around I ain't gonna get the chance to see it. She does something to me when she's with me. I don't know what it is but it's terrifying.
I think it might be something in the way she leans into my touch instead of flinching away, like she actually wants my spidery hands on her skinny little shoulders. I think it might be the way she stops breathing sometimes when we fuck, like she doesn't even need to smell me. Like she trusts me, despite her naked body being in my hands, despite her being splayed out before me with all her grey skin up in my vision like canvas.
I think it might be something in the way she pushes me up against the wall, in the dead of morning when everyone's asleep, and tells me she loves me with all her heart. I think it might be that.
How would I fucking know though? I'm just a clown with no more jokes to tell.
