indigo lustre of sleek、 spine──length hair reflecting room’s lambency as silhouette pivots、 in favour of perusing the orderly array of his interests ﹠ curios. i’m inclined to hold a grudge.
warmth of flesh lingers atop barely—grazed digits, each one curling into palm in disappointment of his loss. margins fall, limb following to his side. jagi, come back. could you ever forgive me for this treason?
nimble evasion、 fingertips just barely brushing tapered mentum before cheek veers ﹠ lissome form singularly paces back ﹔ inventing metaphysical barrier. you never let me have fun.
laugh echoes her own, what remains of it, and fades into amusement carved upon margins. adoration in eyes, twist of frame to face forward and capture chin between digits. as i always do. was i meant to pretend i didn’t?