cold comforts

we're sharing space, time, and a bench that faces the ocean. its tides blackened by the moonlight sky as we close our eyes and feel the pulsating, breaking waves that natures moon provides.

we breathe in the summer scent of each other through the misty haze.

i look over to my right, and i can spot her serene smile as she sits upright with a shirt that displays "absolute garbage." she's just picturesquely perfect in this slice of time.

my face lets out a suble grin as i procure an assymetrical bite on the steel that sits on the right side of my mouth.

the slight metallic taste in my saliva reminds me of the caustic iron in your blood.

the fear of failure that was setting in is slowly exiting stage left.

"hey, you," i whisper as my nose traces its way down the side of her face.

"hi, hello," she says in a suggestive staccato whilst tilting her head in my direction.

"hello, again," i reply with the intent that we reinvent ourselves with respect to each other.

she replies with upturned eyes and a bite of her bottom lip.