There's dancing in your eyes. When I look into them they play songs that twinkle and sway and bounce with childlike fervor. I want to hold onto your gaze tight, to sear its sweetness all the way into me, deep, and scar me with it, so that I can carry it around with me always. I want to reach myself all the way into you, deep, and take your scars away, and carry them around with me always. I want to ease your burdens and push you forward, and up, and hold you as high as I can until my arms feel like spaghetti. I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid to show you all of who I am. I want to curl in close and tight with you, and let you turn all of the pages of me. I want to breathe with you, and glide with you, and be warm and cozy and safe with you. I want to zip off our faulty, weird piles of bones and flesh and toss them aside for a while so that we can be together without anything in the way. Only the palest, softest, translucent blue light, humming, and glowing, and pure.
