Dark Brown Soulful Eyes Look up at Me

I am caught by my own breath stalling. Mesmerized by the simple crinkle beneath his eyelid; causing something so primal to arise from my senses. I feel as if they are my eyes.

It’s strange when you spend so much time together that you see yourself in the other. That’s why separation is such a tragedy to me. You must rip your molecules away from each other, like trying to unstick magnets. But sometimes you can’t stick them together. Only a forceful hand pushing them together can do that. And we all know how that ends.

Tender feelings are christened by a mutual but silent understanding of trust. A ship that is sometimes listing but always remains afloat and steady.

He wants to be a sailor.

At first it was motorcycles, but I said I would leave him if he bought one. Sorry. I’m not getting a call from a random number that his brains are now one with a highway. I couldn’t imagine loosing a lover to a machine like a cycle. I think its broken pieces would mock me. Further solidifying that what is broken cannot be rebuilt.

But sailing, while dangerous, is such a luxury. Even if it is the smallest boat in the world, I will still treat it as if it is a 100 million dollar yacht. Just grateful to lounge on the water, him at the wheel, making sure I can rest in peace among the waves.

My little sailor. My heart swells with pride. Imagining days out on the sea. Laying on you while a light layer of salt forms on my skin. You smile as I take a sip of champagne.

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