thekissingvirgin:

The bodies clustered around us flustering over music like ants soak in food scraps on the pavement. I felt heir to K’s skin, snail to leaf, natural and unthought. He holds me as if I’m broken. I might be. He holds me. Any shade of day with him, would be lovely. The sun and its setting, the sun and its rising, gives me the time and place in his arms.