she couldn’t get out of her warmth today; filling up the spaces between limbs, toes, breasts, under neck. sun shining in, there was a glow about arina lying there in bed. she always had this about her as if light just craved her company.
“we were laying there for hours, xara, like lions in shade- with nothing to do, nothing to fear. our nothingness taking over sunset to sunrise.” aya’s eyes shifted to the outsides in the window, mouth smiling like she was tasting something familiar and sweet, again.
forgetting xara’s excited chatter, aya reminisced of arina’s desert mountain shape of rise and fall; of tongue slipping in between, grazing supple and soft; of lips, eyes, fingertips never daring to skip any part of her; of feeling glorious attunement that every blink, breath, and sound released was aya’s supreme guide.
she came back to the room, welcomed by xara’s knowing, knowing laugh.
“talking happened. talking, sharing, feeling. feeling the pain of yesterday, the ease of today, feeling our bodies intertwined in those shapes of puzzles and twists, melting into each other like comfort. we were sunday on a saturday.”
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