i used to wonder if the collision of our skin would be the ignition of rapidfire passions, the birth of brilliant starlight in the cold of loneliness, of suffocating space. i used to imagine that the heat of your breath would spill across my tongue, and reignite the cold ashes in my lungs. i used to hope that the sway of my skeleton and the clacking of my bones could be a rhythm you would stay around and dance to. i used to dream of us on moonlit beaches, sleeping on the waves and swimming through the sand. i used to do a lot of things, but your shiver-up-my-spine smile tends to drag my thoughts out to quieter seas.
Megan Madgwick (via beryl-azure)

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