melancholy dream

Dancing in the shades of mellow music as our song fills the space of the room. We sat on our kitchen's countertop with an orchestra playing to the tune of a jumping disc we bought in a vintage store. Tiptoeing as we follow our shadows in the light of my dim lamp, we're little girls on a tender night. You peeled me every fruit we know, even if you don't speak your desire; it was your innocent smile and the laugh that hugged me like it's Valentine. Every night is more beautiful; it was eternity in an hour. There were no waves; it was only calm. Every kiss we shared is my unsaid promise; there are no paper rings—only the testament of a life lived. I do not feel small; you touched every silent part of me and made it desirable. I am a woman with two selves, and you sent love letters to each. I'd dance more dance, in the grain of summer and in the rain of storm—lovesickness is the poison I chose in every season we own.