#thisoneis4mygf

[lumanexia]

"The Language of Her Skin."

she wears silence like a shawl,

but when the light falls right,

i read her—

freckles like commas,

scars like sighs,

heat like unspoken verbs.

my mouth moves slowly along her,

as one learns a foreign tongue—

patient, deliberate,

willing to be wrong,

so long as i am near enough to learn.

she does not flinch when i speak this way.

she leans closer,

as though my breath on her collarbone

has answered a question she didn’t know she’d asked.

and when she sleeps,

i trace the soft script of her shoulder

like a final line i’m afraid to write—

not because it ends,

but because it says too much.

[lumanexia]

"Mouthless Prayers."

she lit no candles.

the dark was deliberate—

soft as velvet turned inside out.

her hands did not ask.

they arrived like dusk—

gradual, certain,

pulling the light from the room without apology.

her skin tasted of citrus and sleep.

her breath caught in my hair

like it had been there before.

i spoke once,

barely—

and she answered with the hollow of her throat.

that was all.

just skin, and silence,

and the feeling of being

gathered.

[lumanexia]

your eyes ask the questions your mouth is too proud to form;

brown like bruises that no one believed.

i believe them all.

[lumanexia]

She tastes like August left too long on the tongue—ripe, sweet, a little bruised.

I have written a thousand lines in her silence,

and still,

her eyes tell me more than words ever could.

[lumanexia]

"Once You Told Me."

once you told me that you hated your eyes;

"they're boring," you said.

i pretended not to notice the tremble in your voice.

there is nothing boring about eyes that never asked to be seen.

once you told me that your voice was grating;

"i hate it," you said.

i didn't comment on how little you spoke after that.

you tell me that your voice is hideous, but it cracked once when you said my name.

i don't think i've ever wanted to hear anything more.

once you told me that you loved me;

"i love you," you said.

this time, i decided that i was tired of pretending.

"i love you, too."