NATE
we've been living on a fault line
and for a while you were all mine
and for a while you were all mine
The storms don’t abate, don’t blow themselves out in a huff and fade away into humid heat. No, the first morning brings with it a gentle drizzle, tap tap tapping against the bedroom windows as a grey and hazy day breaks, like every other has since Nate returned home.
No, what’s different about this morning, compared to yesterday, compared to the week before, is what happens when Nate reaches out to gently brush some sweat damp curl away from Sunjata’s forehead. Fingers brush against skin, as they have every morning, always bringing with them a pulse of hot pain, a feeling Nate’s getting uncomfortably used to, which makes it all the stranger when it doesn’t come. When he doesn’t feel the urge to rip his hand away.
Fingers spread in a cautious, momentary exploration, Nate’s single eye wide, too used to being burned to worry too much about it, to repress the immediate reaction much longer.
Arms shift and appear to drag Sunjata into his tight embrace, Nate’s lips crashing into his husbands jaw, his cheek his brow. And where his mouth is occupied, his mind sings, an overlapping overjoyed cry. Sonskyn, wake up, kiss me! Phrases hiding in gasps of emotion, in roiling waves and storms of love, of relief, of utter adoration that has too long been contained by doors and blankets.
No, what’s different about this morning, compared to yesterday, compared to the week before, is what happens when Nate reaches out to gently brush some sweat damp curl away from Sunjata’s forehead. Fingers brush against skin, as they have every morning, always bringing with them a pulse of hot pain, a feeling Nate’s getting uncomfortably used to, which makes it all the stranger when it doesn’t come. When he doesn’t feel the urge to rip his hand away.
Fingers spread in a cautious, momentary exploration, Nate’s single eye wide, too used to being burned to worry too much about it, to repress the immediate reaction much longer.
Arms shift and appear to drag Sunjata into his tight embrace, Nate’s lips crashing into his husbands jaw, his cheek his brow. And where his mouth is occupied, his mind sings, an overlapping overjoyed cry. Sonskyn, wake up, kiss me! Phrases hiding in gasps of emotion, in roiling waves and storms of love, of relief, of utter adoration that has too long been contained by doors and blankets.
i've spent a lifetime, giving you my heart
i swear that i'll be yours forever,
'til forever falls apart
i swear that i'll be yours forever,
'til forever falls apart
