nevadarene

I love quiet people, because eventually they do something crazy wild, and its everyone else’s turn to watch, astounded, unable to form words. It is the violent surprise of fat snow, falling softly, softly without a sound, picking up more and more weight as it tumbles along. Spinning quickly, until the storm has reshaped into a turbulent white art. This was her. Her smile, a light play of secrets ready to tumble out. Her kiss, a harder tone that kept me awake at night. Her caress, less a show of affection, and more a sign of dominance. We sat in silence, but it wasn't the silence that suffocated me.

"Stay with me. Please?" he whispered in my ear lovingly. He pressed his lips to mine for a moment; I could feel the faint smile in his kiss. I pulled away and took his hands in mine. I held his left hand close to my lips and lightly pecked each tip consecutively. His smile slowly started to fade as more time passed between his question and my response. He started again, "Violet… please, stay with me." I pulled him in close to me and brushed his light stubble against my cheek. My response was short, almost as if I'd said nothing at all. All I could muster to say was, "Always." His smile came back as a grin, extending from one ear to the o