flight

 

i miss your face next to mine. drawing with my fingers on your skin. listening to the sound of you. breathing. mumbling. my legs all tangled around yours as you fall asleep first. and the warmth of you making me always a little too warm.

a matter of taste

lots of things are different. heavier. lighter. more or less meaningful. there are more tears. deeper breaths. blowed raspberry giggles. tickles. and laughter... and a sore face from smiling so much. things taste different. sweeter. maybe a little salty.