Monday, 13 October 2014

One Thursday Night In May

Enough light shone through the cracks in the blinds to cast a soft light on your spine. It was gentle and ready, driving me crazy as it danced on your skin.
I mean it’s not as if you weren’t glowing already.
You have this permanent glow about you. And I’m envious, because it’s so effortless.
Up and out. Left and right. Every direction going, you’ve got it.
A glow that would make even the most fearful child fall in love with sleeping against light.

What a wonderful way to burn.