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thisisnomyth) wrote2011-10-14 11:48 pm
thisisnomyth) wrote2011-10-14 11:48 pm
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He was in love with a gorgon, with someone who he could never look at, with a woman who captured his heart and made him fly and made him feel like no one had ever made him feel before.
And he had never seen her and she had never seen him.
But they loved it that way, their blind love, their colourless love. They saw tih their hands, with their mouths, with their teeth. They learned the curve of each other’s bodies, they learned what it was like to have each other memorized.
He never even tried to have a picture of her in his head because she was so much more than that, so much more than an image, than a face, she was the feel of skin on skin, the sound of her voice wrapping around hsi heart, the taste of sweat and blood and a thousand other things.
He didn’t seed to see her to know that she was beautiful and she didn’t need to see him to know that they belonged together.
And he had never seen her and she had never seen him.
But they loved it that way, their blind love, their colourless love. They saw tih their hands, with their mouths, with their teeth. They learned the curve of each other’s bodies, they learned what it was like to have each other memorized.
He never even tried to have a picture of her in his head because she was so much more than that, so much more than an image, than a face, she was the feel of skin on skin, the sound of her voice wrapping around hsi heart, the taste of sweat and blood and a thousand other things.
He didn’t seed to see her to know that she was beautiful and she didn’t need to see him to know that they belonged together.