Truly

Facing the skies, there was something flying away from them that they could not identify. It was reality. They were laughing until their skin grew thicker than it should have been in an attempt to find a common ground and make sure that all those morning mirrored looks had not really gone to waste. Sitting alone at the end of the day, each of them would slap their foreheads as they contemplated their idiocy and irrelevant breathing patterns. Burning a candle, she would attempt to read out the meaning behind the skin deep brush and the flesh deep reaction. Gaining satisfaction, he would contemplate the power he had over the blood in her cheeks. Licking her lips as he, somewhere far away, licked his too, they wondered what it would taste like when they touched. It could be truly exceptional. Or it could be nothing at all.