zish-fish

Fingertips brush away stray hairs, arms are secure around her shoulders He watches her, like her own dearest angel While he sleeps on the other side of the world, his sleeping seconds belong to her He wants her to claim him, sending living hints in his waking words She puts to clues together but doubts their reality Frustrated sighs in the sun and under the clouds Their separate reasons are close to the same revelation They are each other, connected by unseen fibers stretching Threatening to snap them together He draws the curve of her smile in his mind, the shine in her eyes She tries to taste him around her, not quite failing nor