#inall

[the-boy-in-the-sweater]

“In All” -Four-

Grace me with a slow movement of your hand across the nape of my neck, where sin and lips collide, in silence as to the eyes that meet and cry for each other's sake. Slow are the fingers that trace over my jaw and cheek, as I quietly tell you of my love. You and your disdain for the times I separate you from my arms, me and my soft breaths as you and I illustrate our way through a tragedy, soft like death, but harsh like winters caress.

But when we fall down in white linen and dance in the dark of the night, and I kiss you upon the thunder roaring in my ears, and I kiss you when the lighting flashes in your eyes, and when I kiss you again and again until the music stops- I will forever love you. Because you loved the bones beneath my skin and the smile across my lips; the way you loved the color of fall- the way you loved a baby's laugh.

The same way I loved you when I knew you loved me back.

In that moment, in the very least. At least then.

[the-boy-in-the-sweater]

“In All” -One-

I was fourteen.

There was no part of me, no overwhelming or impulsive feeling, that kept my young heart from falling in love. Because like innocent children, we could dance in the rain and in the quiet of our bedroom hallway- but instead, we fall asleep in somber attitude due to a lack of pleasurable things. Touch, taste, words, tears- pretty things deny us such pleasure. When I speak of pretty things, I, in truth, speak of you.

Besides all else, I was sad. Disturbed, you could concur. Only, not a sadness or disturbance so great that it kept me from my profession. It was more of a state of being, because I would slip in and out of it, like a thief slips and steals away into the cover of night with millions in the pocket of his raincoat. I would come out on the other end knowing more about myself, but in the process, I learned terrible things. This is the price of knowing who you are.

I was fourteen. I did no wrong in the eyes of my family- I was an honorable youth with no hesitation in my voice and no tremble in my hand. I was carefree; I was ruled by opinion. My opinion of you was human, stuck in the constant cycle of growth and change. I made you out to be a god among men, or at times, a gray wave of emptiness.

But, in truth, you were just someone in my early morning classes. You were no one more than a face amongst a hundred others, each one only slightly different than last. At least to me.

I did a wicked thing when I was fourteen.

I didn’t give you a chance.

I denied you pleasurable things because I refused to believe you were worth a valiant effort at trying to make love last. I was fourteen. I had nothing to offer you, and you to me. Instead, I offered too many opinions and I assumed you despised me for it.

If only you would have told me differently.

[the-boy-in-the-sweater]

“In All” -Three-

I have come to the happy conclusion that once more, I might be able to feel love again.

I endlessly doubt myself and feel as though I will never be able to achieve a state of romance so great that I forget the names of all the people who have wronged me. Instead, I feel as though I am deprived of touch, deprived of loving words. And I am. I truly am. It belittles me so whenever the barren land appears more handsome than I. I believe it to be unfair, and so tragically it has been proven.

But when you are there, you silence the earth with a beauty so unjust that all the world mourns its loss. I pray that one day, if it be in truth, you will spare me and keep me, throwing out regards to my inferior appearance. You, my love, are like the morning sun, and it pains me to see such a rose bloom in a world that takes away things like pride and joy.

Never be silenced, for your beauty is gentle like a whisper and roaring like the wind from the eastern heavens. Though you would never admit such a thing and bestow it upon yourself, deep down you must know how highly we think of you.

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[the-boy-in-the-sweater]

“In All” -Seven-

Autumn leaves make just as well of lovers As they do of solemn mourning They keep the world full of color Color worthy of admiring Worthy of loving And in the awful nature's law These leaves pass As do we When time bends When seasons change And when all else fails, When I stop loving you

[the-boy-in-the-sweater]

“In All” -Six-

Today.

Today when you arrived at the doorstep of my house, I was not yet stirred. I lay in my bed's sweet embrace, on the threshhold of sleep, counting stars among the skies. You, unknowingly, wished me awake. You called for me when I could not hear you.

Undefeated, still, you climbed the ivy vines and waited for me by the sill. I did not feel the prescence of a shadow against my skin, but you were there to wake me once again.

"Awake!" a pleading cry rang out. "My love, I'm here for you."

Your cloying kiss had met my lips just twice before- once in the idyllic treeline down the road, the other while we danced while a cold winter snowed. And now, yet again, and this time, it is as I awake that I see your face before I see another.

"I'm so terribly sorry," you cry. "I didn't mean to surprise you."

"You did nothing of the sort," I lied. You pace around my still darkned room. "Well, besides, I thought we could venture out today. If you were willing, anyway. I know it is early, and I know the moon is still aglow, but I have something to show you!"

I sit up straighter, my hands holding me up on my bed. Anticipation fills my voice- "How exciting! What is this dazzlingly mysterious something you speak of?"

A smile flickers across your gentle lips. "The world."