"she looks just like an angel when she walks across the room..."

year: 2000
song: love songs on the radio
artist: mojave 3

i'm stretched before him, tight as a drum. he's my first love, and i've watched him shed both his gangly, heavy-lidded caution and the curls that once wrapped around my slim fingers with a sastifactory snap. now, he's grown into a graceful man who can command with the gentlest whisper. he looks at me as though i may break at any moment, though i've laid, unstill, on his bed for almost 4 years. 
the cold white tile is welcome beneath my feet as i move to get a clove cigarette. love damp on our skin, we smoke, together, for the first time in the bedroom at his mother's house. tangled in each other's refulgent youth, we cross lines with each other without so much as a shrug.