map on my body //
eyes chasing every limb, persistent through the foliage, a confession on the brink.
sakura dismisses the unfamiliar, so untrained in sasuke’s sudden bounty of attention.
the earthy browns part for ash ground and crashing cerulean, still his gaze never strays from pink locks dancing in the wind.
bubbling assumptions like the white froth at the edge of the shore, she says, “the ocean is a nice sight too.”
he clears his throat, admittance to being caught, and tries to look away, only to gaze back at her. “i’ve been gone a long time.”
skin, it seems, etches memories and time in passing. without him.
in sakura’s periphery, she sees his feet shift weight in the loose sand; it’s her heart that slips out of kilter.
fingers stretched in space searching for anchor, sasuke professes, “i want to remember you.”
“oh, then make sure you’ll never forget me.” she takes this lightly.
she’ll never know her graze on the inside of his wrist sears, so much he’ll keep wanting touches, holds, caresses, until she makes a map out of his body for him to find his way home to.
