Your Little Black Heart

by YellowGlue

liquid black and breaking in / Orphic circles and inborn need / no walls / just windows / nothing but us / nothing but Grim / there's no comparison for this / but it feels just like a promise / don't wake / don't stop / don't fall asleep / don't forget / don't come back / this isn't a game / this is your soul / ask me if you're ready

34. XXI

I'll carry you.

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well you know one day it'll come to haunt you
that you didn't tell him quite the truth

Elliott Smith - Last Call

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XXI

I dream in sighs and waves, in surges of heat and skin. Of my lips all over him and his hands all over me. Of stars and roses and my first kiss and his last and take it and don't stop. I dream of the night it all started, of him lying on his side in Shoot the Moon, and of him above me, haloed in shadowy black treetops, tangled bronze locks and silvery storm clouds, picking me up the way a lover would.

I dream of him cradling me to himself, surrounding me in heartbeats and heliotrope, warm black cotton and strong arms and him.

Him.

Him-

I dream of him carrying me to our bed, of swimming between smooth sheets and yawning against his chest, of dim daylight streaming in while we sleep through the patter of rain, wrapped in the closest thing to happily ever after I could ever hope for.