On Sharing
by HelluvaGirl
I want to hold your warm hand and share my cold with you.
I want to share the intimate silence that lives between us, accompanied by a touch and the awakened new energy streaming up the veins.
I want to share with you the moment of timelessness filled with the sense of bliss after which you know you can die without a single regret because it is more than you’ve ever hoped to experience.
I want to share an argument that ends with mutual giving in and a knowing smile, ’cause it’s just a verbal wrestling game as deep inside we have no discord.
I want to share stories the way I haven’t shared with anyone before.
I want to share the trust that we will never fade away.
I want to share a long glance that speaks volumes.
And a cigarette.
And a walk.
And a sunrise on a bridge.
And a rain through the window.
And the world melting away.
It is less than we have with them and it’s more than we deserve together.