Babe
“Babe, let’s go away” I say, closing my eyes, nuzzling your neck. You’re beautiful in a different kind of way. I like looking at your cheekbones, your eyebrows, your lips; tracing them with my finger. You weren’t sculpted, you were painted. Soft features, with a little illusion.
You only look hard.
I feel your softness, hold it close, breathe it in. It’s in every part of you; your eyes, your body, your scent. I’m engulfed.
“Babe, let’s go away,” I say again. “Let’s go away, just for a little while?”
You look at me, that same softness practically bursting from your eyes, waiting to wrap its arms around me and whisper a simple no.
Softness is beautiful, but softness is simple. No explanation, nothing serious. Just, no.
We roll over. You cradle me. It’s nice that the softness never leaves. It’s as though we’ve never spoken, which is maybe for the best.
I’ll ask again.
Probably twice.
We won’t go away, but maybe.
Maybe…
We’ll both know why.
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