to her, he was sunshine
and she was mountains spread across their bed.
to her, their love was flowers
and the world was in perpetual springtime.
her flushed cheeks felt like they were being exposed to bright sunlight
so ashamed of herself, yet so ecstatic about being with him
he made her feel like she was beautiful, and he didn’t even try
his fingertips tracing down her spine, touching her bare legs
legs that were so tired from running away
were finally resting, and so was she.
she felt protected in his arms, so tender yet so strong
or at least strong enough to hold her body,
the one she always felt was way too heavy.