dear green eyes,

press your mouth against mine. hold me close as the world turns to glass. it’s a strange bridge between us, an arc, a beautiful series of memories painted in oil. heavy. undeniable. permanent.

you are the one with the kind hands who pulls me back from the edge, even when you’re not conscious of the storm rocking my bones. your touch on the back of my neck when you drive just as my eyes turn misty gazing out the passenger window.

there are too many things to thank you for and not enough words. so i smile when you’re happy, and i cry when you cry. i don’t hold back. there are empires and Atlantis’s inside of me, and you are the king of them all.

press your mouth against mine. i have something to tell you, but i’m so sick of words. give me your teeth. give me your tongue. i promise you’ll be understood.

- k.