You told me you wanted to play outside, so I followed you. We ran across the yard to the playground, and you helped me across the monkey bars because I’m scared of everything. The wind was strong, and there were no stars out. It finally started to rain. First just a little here and there, while you kissed me sweet and light. In the middle of a downpour you held me, my legs wrapped around your waist while your hands ran up and down my back, keeping the cold from invading my bones.
Your breath is my breath; your lips are my lips. My lungs are your lungs.
by sheblossomed