Where is the Sun?

vii.

This is how you kiss a girl. 

Take her hands. 

Grab them. 

Hold them like they are the string to your world and nothing else but that cord connects you in place. 

Press them above her head. 

Press your body against her own. 

Mold your shape into her flesh until you cannot distinguish where you begin or 
where you end
except for those lips- 

those lips that you know are where the edge of your string is connected to. 

Like your saving grace is found in flesh but
it's her flesh. 
Her shape. 

Her light moan as she curves to find her place along you. 

Look her in the eyes. 

Don't look away from the sight that captivates you. 

Don't take for granted the image that those lips are arranged upon. 

The color, the gaze. 

How she isn't staring at your own eyes but at your mouth because-
the feeling is mutual. 

You both will save the other. 

This is how you kiss a girl. 

You do not go fast. 

Show her she is your time. 

You do not settle for a clock when you are with her. 

You find your beat in counting her breaths as she waits, pants, moans. 

Now. 

Kiss her. 

Keep her hands above her head and set yourself on fire. 

Let your lips descend. 

Down. 

Down. 

Down. 

-with the single thought that if heaven can taste this glorious you would have fallen to your knees sooner