Gensougan

to mother: I have left mine eyes on the windowsill. adieu. put them in a picture frame-- i'll be watching you.

I licked the edge of his ear, nipping at the crook of his neck oh-so-care-fu-lly… Fenton went rigid, muscles clenched in an instant. He began to pivot on his heel; I wrapped my left arm around his neck. Holding him in a headlock, I pushed him against the blue tile of the shower wall. I did it again and he shivered, his wet naked bottom pressed into my lap. His pale skin was raised in little pinpricks, goosebumps from the cold. I ran my hand through his soggy pitch-dark hair. He began to struggle. “Dash, what the hell are you doing?!” Running my hands down his hips, grasping his waist, he gave another shudder, a tremor a

               Him kissing the dead was beautiful.              Kissed them all: aged, and terrible, alike.               He felt the same chords strike in them,               when he'd press his palms to his breast.                   Him kissing the dead was beautiful.