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.