Sodom South Georgia

And you said, "maybe I love you" and I looked at you like you were crazy and smiled. Then we walked hand in hand around the streets in my neighborhood, late at night with no one to watch the silent gestures that spilled out of our unopened mouths. Yellow streetlight dancing off of the glimmer in your eyes and the secrets in your mouth. We were nothing and everything in that moment, your fingers softly tracing a pattern on my legs, the woolen blanket spread out on the soft, uneven sand. Laying back, whispering stories to one another and letting it reverberate in the hollow's of our empty chests. I began to believe what you said, I let the stars fall like rain and stick softly like snow in my hair. I began to breathe heavily, sucking in the salt air like it was lavender soda from the soda shop a few miles from my house. It is my favorite. I began to close my eyes, feeling real peace, and wishing never to open them again to the yellow streetlights and coffee at 3 am. I began to drift, the wind gently skipping over my cheekbones, twirling softly in my sand filled hair. I felt the weight of you, your hand on my forearm slowly scratching your way to my palm where you would slide your fingers into mine and grasp my hand tightly with your strong fingers and I would squeeze tightly but not anywhere near as strong as you. You laughed, a sound of warm fires and burning wood and I nestled farther into your warm chest, covering myself in the warmth of you. I felt the soft palms of your hand as you ran your fingers through my hair and I smiled and pulled you closer to me. I closed my eyes and drifted away, lost in the world of no stars and conversation.