i'm solid in your arms. i'm not flighty or ghost-like or china doll. you've lately been carving my body into art through your direction and singular strength; i feel it molded now and different than before. but still solid and real. i am not a fantasy.
when i held you in my spinning when i clung to you and naked brought you across the floor by the fire and spun away and back again you caught me and tightened your grip. my hair was the only light thing about me i thought until you raised me up and i suddenly knew i was not a burden.
soft focus
- luna_lux
- i adore labels. i love them. i cut them up and repaste them together again in little confetti anachronisms until i find one that looks like a gorgeous ransom note and say 'that'll fit.'
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