Sleeping with you is more than sharing a space.
It is not until I have taken a step back and listen to the empty ringing of being alone that I notice the subtle white noises that lure me to sleep are more than mantras that put me at ease.
Like the sound of rustling sheets as we move unconsciously are our direction to find comfort with another in world so full of others.
The soothing sound of the wind that escapes your body is like the rise and fall of the tides. Pulling me in so close that we become entangled from limb to limb, and I am drowning in security.
And the heart. The steady beat of your heart is like a song meant for only those who have been close enough to you to hear it through your broad chest.
A serenade meant for only one.
For only me.
Surely these subtle white noises are more than mantras that put me at ease.
More than lullabies that help me sleep.
My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest
It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.
And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.
The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.
And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind
When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go
Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered
— Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)