Bubblegum Clouds
fictional manifestation through crushing waves of necessity
My lashes flutter in the early morning, a singular strand dislodging and falling onto the sheets below, unnoticed by the weight of the room. I rub my eyes, feeling the heat circulating within them. As my vision adjusts, the beauty of the sun washes in and spreads through the corners of the room, illuminating even the deepest caverns, such the way my love does to my mind. I feel protected under the covers, next to her, the warmth we shared still lingering. It never leaves but lays dormant until sparked again. I look over and watch the sleeping beauty, moving over to brush a strand of hair away from her eyes. I want to see all of her perfect face, etched into my memory banks. I push my body closer, until I’m touching her lightly, weight ever so lightly pressed together and dispersed. I want to feel her stomach rise and fall, peaceful and tranquil in her sleep. I rest my head yet again, the tip of my nose resting against hers, feeling something more restorative than sleep. Peace. When she finally begins to stir, I can already see the smile creeping up on her face before her eyes even open. She knows exactly where she is, and she doesn’t need to see it to believe it. But when her eyes do open, she can’t help but smile just a little bit more, working the muscles just a little harder. Guided by nothing but our own uninhibited desires, our mouths melt into each other, opening ourselves up like we found the key to unlock the deepest parts of us, all colliding into one space, only shared by two but populated by much more.
The feeling never fades, but spikes create the most intimate moments between us, moments I cannot describe for the sake of preserving the beauty of the act. A fuck is a disgusting way to describe a moment of such raw connection. Maybe you fuck. And I’ve fucked. But the end goal… my end goal… is certainly not to fuck. It’s to dissolve myself into the deepest pool of our own creation. Baptise me in this water, holier than thou. Give me something real to worship, to surrealise. Please.