Inching it’s way across my smile. Across the lines around my mouth and the old tightness in my jaw. Curling into the moment of skin where my ears touch my face. Tickling its way up into my hair, ghost fingers of joy. Undeniable.
Whenever I look at you. Whenever you look at me.
In time. In space. In this.
Prompt – ‘freewrite friday”
Great Post 👍