With lips like painted rubies, her long beautiful face turning to mine in the sunlight; it nearly blinds me, my eyes perceiving her as an angel drenched in silky, sinful, hair reddish and fluid as the movement gives it form.
"No words,"
The sheets hiss slowly as she turns in bed to face me, leaning on one elbow; the light reverberating off the blue of her eyes slowly opening and closing in a deliberate, suggestive blink.
"Just tell me you love me,"
Startled in my speechlessness, her hands taking my face, she continues, "Tell me you love me,"
"You're everything to me,"
"Don't say that. Tell me you love me,"
Her lips open, glistening, one eyebrow arched in the absence of my answer, I've already slipped an arm around her waist; turning her, touching her.
"I need to know that you love me,"
Sunshine is piercing our bedroom curtains like searchlights.
"I need to know that you love me first,"
Her mouth is inches, centimeters away from mine; her cool breath running past my lips as she exhales; a haughty, deliberate brush of a kiss plants itself on my half smile as she searches for words.
"I want to love you,"
My words blending into her hair, she collapses at my shoulder; burying her face into my skin; exposed and dampened; drying torrid under her touch.
"I need you to love me," her voice barely a whisper at my neck, a soft fusion of sound against the ambient whir of industrial fans outside our window; of electrical towers, of ash and soot blowing in the afternoon air.
"Or else we're both wasting our time,"
Her fingers trailing across my abdomen; her nearly skeletal hands reaching around me, holding me; I can't speak, or think; I only want to wish I will never find the need to leave this room; life without her being unnecessary, unwanted.
"It's too much,"
Light from the humanity outside is sending a glow of lucidity onto our faces, in and out like a searchlight.
"I want to be the only one you will ever think about,"
My voice harshly continuing, my body supporting itself over hers, my hands on the entrance to her soul; I say, "I will love you,"
Her mouth prepared, openly coherent; she's waiting for the answer of her life and I can taste it looming in the air before I find the temerity to capture it.
"If I can trust you forever,"