Smiles shared
by small faces,
happy to be here
Now,
they may be older,
but they cling to the shards of their past
He curls closer though,
curling around him,
feeling the brush of skin
that reminded him so much of
what flowed through his veins
He slowly brushes dark hair
lightly back,
leans in
Red meeting Blue
and then feeling the harsh tug of passion
that never was content
nor had enough
Rin leaned in,
breathing in the scent of water,
salted or chlorinated:
it was hard to tell
He breathed in the brush of cool presence
and drank up what he could
Haru was his for this moment,
sealed away by what his heart
had feared to speak
Rin pulls him closer,
chooses to remember
how soft his lips were
despite how chapped they also were
He'll remember
how warm and just right
Haru was
and how he clung back,
hands balled tightly
yet gently
against the back of Rin's shirt,
fingers clinging to what they could
He'll remember how high it made him feel,
how his heart raced
and seemed to cling to victory
beside another heartbeat
that was catching up
It was odd
how he could taste the water
of Haru,
how cool he was,
the gentle tip forward,
the quiet lullaby of waves crashing in his chest
as they grew faster and faster
only becoming louder,
crash by crash
He can never imagine
anything better than mackerel, salt, water, and chlorine
twirling around so close to his tongue
He closes his eyes
and feels the ghost of breath
on his shoulder
for just a moment more.
