Pastels

You lean into me and our foreheads meet.

Our golden flesh tones blend to create and orange blur of colour where we touch.

As easily as possible I lift my eyelids, just in time to meet your eyes mirroring my actions.

Then, the moment our glances pass tracks I can’t help but to stare.

It seems like my thoughts have collapsed into my spine, cold, trickling down my vertebrae into the pit o my stomach.

I’m left thinking silently to myself, what a predicament I’ve gotten myself into, then out loud, at a voice just loud enough for you to hear I say “I love you”.

Your eyes get as bright as if there was a comet flying through the room.

There was then a magnet placed on either side of us and that sparkle in your eyes called me in, so we leaned closer to one another.

Our noses touched and I looked down just in time to see your lips say “I love you”, and I heard your heart say it.

In a pink smudge our lips touched in the warmest possible way.

There was something in that moment like the warm coloured pastels, the ones the shade of orange sherbet, banana pudding, and the inside of strawberries.

Something that just reminds of cold winter nights when you’re curled up under the thick cotton blankets.

I’ve never experienced something more perfect.