Sunday, 3 January 2016
A little list of loveliness
Vibrant, beautiful smelling flowers. Yellow pages and crumbling spines. Spontaneous affection. A naked flame. A naked face. Those middle-of-the-night, squeeze-you-bloody-tight kind of people. The cold side of the pillow. Deep, poignant conversations within which somebody you adore reveals a certain depth you'd never had the pleasure of seeing or knowing before. Tiny, unexpected gestures of kindness from total strangers. Being offered the last slice of pizza. Beautiful skies: wispy clouds, a raging sunset, the mad scattering of stars and darkness above. A genuine, fearless, 'I fucked up and I'm going to make it up to you' apology. That sedated, gentle brushing of dry lips when you've both stirred at 3am. Weak thighs. Uncontrollable giggles. The soothing stillness of the world when you wake before the sun has risen. The first crunch of your morning toast. The first crunch of sodden stones beneath your feet. Fresh bedsheets. Fresh ambition. Fresh perspective. That amazing song: the one you get lost in. Those sparkling eyes: the ones you get lost in. That sentence of that book: the one you get lost in. The words you've hoarded in your heart like treasure. An empty notebook. The treasure you might write for somebody else. A bright, beaming, unguarded smile. Hearing somebody say they love you for the first time. And the second time. And the every time. Those small, charming quirks that complete the characters who enrich our lives. Kind eyes. Her dark, cavern-of-secrets curls. The way his eyes crinkle when he laughs. Fluid fingertips dancing across soft skin. How their bodies entwine in the darkness.