Lovers alone wear sunlight, buried amongst the linen and lace, their limbs entwined in sweet embraces, no knobbly knees to break the moment. Still learning how to be small.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere; they were in each other the whole time, hiding in those tidy places, you never think to search. They were there whispering, “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”.
Lovers see each other in colours that don’t exist, a secret they keep close to their hearts; they wear each others star-studded skin, but they won’t tell the world what they know.
“I thought you had forgotten me.”
“It’s hard to forget you when there is such an empty space when you are gone”
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