LovelesS Ex
She floats above me. An emerald spinning endlessly as beads of sweat Gently caress my skin before fading to the sheets underneath me. Her halo stays fixed as if a separate entity from her body. Her wings folded halfway so the feathers at the tips protrude passed her hips.
The atoms of my skin floating above my body connect me to her as the noon day sun burns my flesh gently in the cool New York breeze. With each new wave of the atomic extensions, the elders pass on and die off at my sides. Their movements appear to me as a fountain, but I ignore their beauty in lieu of her graceful presence above me.
I pull another drag off my e-cigarette, stealing away every moment of bliss from the subpar replacement of my lifelong attachment; my friend; my best friend, actually.
She withdraws into her own fantasy. Disappearing from my frame of perception.
She sneezes.
It tickles her, and her facial expression advises as such.
I laugh, lacking any stable connection to my emotions.
She bounces back.
My smile emerges.
She is gentle, natural, and pure.
My view of her is who she is in this home.
Nothing else can affect reality.
Only two options are offered.
Both bring me pleasure.
The decision is hers.
It need not be shared.
"Adam!" she calls out.
My smile turns to laugh turns to smile.
I place my Fingertips on both sides of her heart.
“Wanna switch?” she asks in a whisper, unconcerned with whether her words made it passed the barrier of our breathing.
I smile as a bead of sweat burns gently in my eye.
The pain quickly transformed as she beats down upon my chest, falling into a sweet peck on the lips.
“Sure,” I respond as the grip of my fingertips tightens to switch our positions.
We fall together to our sides; I gaze into her eyes with a half a smile melting down the side of my face.
I pause and daydream of a rhinoceros melting in the hot desert sand while sipping an ice cold cocktail that is unaffected by the heat.
Salvettra dances on broken glass with bare feet.
The blood drips back up his legs towards his heart.
He breathes in all the air in the room, leaving me gasping on the floor as his chest grows into a triangle.
Pablo’s brush removes the border of the triangle with a gentle stroke down towards himself.
“Adam. Adam! Where are you?” she barks at me as she bounces back out of my frame.
“Huh, what?”
“Wheredya just go?”
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