Spoiler
Experimentation. Wrote this with Moonlight Sonata playing in the background, and tried to make it fit the rhythm and feel of it. Tell me how well it worked. Dedicated to Penguu :3
Also, periods are for the weak.
Also, periods are for the weak.
Soft in our autumns were the falls of feathers and leaves, and
the touches stolen under cover of laughter, half-swallowed
for fear of the wind, oh the wind swirling around sweaters and
smiles, soft breeze and soft cold creeping slow and singing,
peeping at our doors and on early mornings creeping past
the tired vigils of our radiators, with the low purr of some great
cat come to crouch over our chests and watch the flicker of
our eyes caught in the half-dreamed chase for perfection,
soft oh soft still for all the prickling of too-cold skin against
skin, for the touching, the sighing; in the hushed rustle
of bedsheets unspooling at our hips warmth crept in
like a lonely child clothed in longing and brittle laughter,
to scare away the cold; then it curled into the curve of your
neck, in the hollows where i could not reach, silent as
only children are when they search for safe places, and
soft in spite of bony elbows and rattling ribcages rising,
falling soft and gentle as in the afternoon the whitening of
some distant skies fallen to a first slow snow.
