Every time I wake up disconcerted, I close my eyes and I take a moment to remember your face.
I think about the way we lie together.
I form your body in my thoughts. I form your lips. I assemble you, bit by bit. From your hair to your hands. To the way you engulf my body when we are side by side.
I see your lips. They jut out slightly. Just the lower lips. I see your eyes. They're tiny. But focused. Sometimes I see your smile. But that only happens when I form you on the dancefloor.
In the dark depths of my eyes, your outline slowly takes shape. The curves of your shoulders. The way you slouch. Your build is almost like mine.. Except you're rougher. Your hands are rough.
I think about your hips. How your hip lines are so prominent. It's as if the bones had a mind of their own; they grew without your permission.
I see your face.
I love your face. I think I love you, too.
