beautiful
amaurotic("can i see you?")
your hands ghosted over my skin, feeling, touching,
you were a potter and i, your sculpture
(your hands allowed you to see what your eyes could not)
i sat still
(so still)
not risking movement for fear you'd pull away
your delicate fingers traced a path over the structure of my face
(as soft and light as a whisper)
moving down from my closed eyes, along my nose
you laughed when you got to my flushed cheeks, a blush spreading over them as pink as the sweater you wore
(more out of love than anything else)
you didn't know, but i heard your sharp intake of breath as your thumbs grazed over my lips
(did you think i was ugly?)
i shifted my head ever so slightly,
(i began to worry)
"no,"
you murmured, somehow all knowing, all seeing
(i still wonder how)
"you're beautiful"
(we kissed afterwards)
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