AtomicAlyssa

 November Meets Sky: There is a sunset. There is a set so beautiful the sun can scarcely touch the ocean without quivering shades of perfection and streaks of love and hate. There is nothing so beautiful as when the sky meets the ocean – there is nothing so magical as the time when there is nothing to see but the setting sun. There are two mixed drinks and a glorious drunk settles with my blood. But then there is a shot and my limbs lose mobility in midst of sleepiness. My mind rises to the feeling of your hands on my breasts – to the feeling of your body maneuvering mine beneath you.  Your lips are on my neck and then I fade out.

Dear heartbreaker, I am lost. You have earth eyes. Your core is strong, your feet are grounded, and your heart is buried (deep). I have sky eyes, with a little earth. My limbs are quick, my head is in the clouds, and my heart flies (high). You are meant to walk, you are meant to sleep with the grasses bowing over your muscles, and you are meant to step with the roots of the earth 'til the end of time. I am meant to fly, I am meant to sleep among the clouds with nothing but shiver covering my skeleton, and I am meant to follow the tops of the earth 'til the end of time. But I must rest against the earth, and with the earth. You are alway

You are just somebody I used to know. We are there, next to my car. My arms tangle themselves around the hair on the nape of your neck and my heart tangles itself around the barbed wire in your palms.  Your hands rest on my cheeks, my waist, my hips. I feel everything – and you; you feel nothing. You have soft lips, and I have a good memory. There are little bumps along the straightest lines of your fingers. Your thumbs are longer than they should be. Your ribs don't stick out because your body is too elongated for that – but they should stick out. You have blue rings of blood under your bottom lashes – which beg yo